WHO THE HELL'S REALLY IN CHARGE.

LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW. She turned her face toward the window as she tried to hide from me. But it was a fail, because I caught the shimmer in her eyes. Her tears still fell, but softer this time, and mixed with the ghost of a smile. I tightened my grip on her chin and forced her to look at me. "Don’t ever hide from me again, Sloane. Whatever happens to you, happens to me. If you break, I break. You bleed, I burn. And right now," My chest heaved, the fury nearly choking me. "I’m going to burn him alive for making you cry, or even daring to fucking touch you." The steering wheel creaked under my other hand as the leather strained against my grip. My knuckles were white, and my veins were standing out like cords, as my anger displayed on my skin; even as I tried to hide it from her. Every breath I dragged in burned for some reason; perhaps it was because I could see her tear-stained cheeks, or her wobbling lips, but I knew I still wanted to bash someone’s head in. She whispered and to