Astor’s POV
I woke up fast, like someone had thrown me into a cold river. But it wasn't the cold that shocked me; it was the fire in my blood.
I looked down at Faith hoping her presence would calm the wild beast inside me. But that didn't calm me now.
I saw her pain. I saw the terror, the beating and the cold fear Kyle had held her in. It flashed through my mind: every bruise, every insult, every time she thought she would die.
Rage, pure and hot, clawed its way up my throat.
"Kyle," I whispered, the name tasting like ash and iron. "I swear on my life, you will pay for every single tear she shed."
I pushed myself off the bed quietly. The sheets barely shifted. Faith has been through hell and back and she's exhausted.
I pulled on a shirt and pants, my hands shaking only slightly. T
