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Chapter 96.
Maxwell’s Pov.
The room erupted into chaos the second I stepped inside.
For one brief moment… one horrifying moment… everything froze, and my eyes went straight to her.
Clara.
Tied to a chair… wrists bound behind her back… face pale… eyes too wide… tears streaking freely down her cheeks as her chest rose and fell in shallow, frantic breaths. She looked small… broken… terrified… and something inside me snapped so violently it felt like my bones were cracking from the inside out.
I had heard her scream, from outside. Like she did the last time when he almost assaulted her.
Rage exploded through my veins… hot… blinding… feral.
“POLICE!” one of the officers barked behind me. “Nobody move!”
I barely heard it.
Logan turned slowly, that same sick grin plastered on his
