ALBERT POV
Do you know that sensation—the one that makes everything around you go thin and bright and dangerous, the world reduced to the size of your fist and whatever's inside it? The one where anger isn't a thing you feel so much as the atmosphere you breathe? Where destroying someone seems not just fair, but almost too kind?
That was me.
I wanted blood. Not the slow, pretty kind. Not the talk-and-forgive kind. I wanted the clean, ugly ending—skin split, light leaving eyes, the animal panic that means no redemption, no bargains. Jaxson, his father Jamal, his sister Jamelia—I wanted them torn into shreds and scattered so no one could ever stitch their lies back together. Just like Kai did with the monsters in that hell. I wanted Betas’ confetti.
Hearing him—Jaxson—gaslight my pregnan
