His blue eyes were locked onto Lorenza, unreadable. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.

But the air around him cracked.

Fiona swallowed hard. She had seen Devon angry before. Had seen him in battle, in rage, in despair.

But this?

This was something else.

Lorenza sighed, rolling her shoulders as if none of this was serious. “You’re taking this too personally, you know.”

Fiona felt her stomach turn.

Too personally?

“You erased me,” Fiona said, stepping forward. “You ripped me from his mind, forced me to watch him forget everything we were.” Her breath shook. “And now you stand there like it meant nothing?”

Lorenza gave her a slow, almost bored...