Lucian’s POV

Ryan skimmed through the paper, his eyes darting lazily across the text.

“So?” he said nastily, looking up at me with bored eyes. “What the hell does this have to do with me?”

Rage, hot and blinding, surged through me. I wanted to kill him. Right then and there. I wanted to snap his neck like a twig. The only thing stopping me was the desperate hope that he held the key to this nightmare.

“Read it again,” I ordered, my voice trembling with suppressed violence.

“Already done that,” he smirked. “But I've seen nothing worth my time.”

I stepped closer, my knuckles white from how clenched my...