Cage's POV

I roared and slammed my fist into the cell wall. Bits and pieces of the wall shattered, creating dust that floated to the ground. My knuckles bled and smoked a little as the silver from the wall seared my flesh. I didn't care. I would heal. What I needed to do was get the fuck out of here!

That bastard had come down just to fuck with my head. And he'd done a damn good job. He'd reeked of Raine's arousal. Fuck, it had been strong, which meant she had held out for hours. I suspected that was why she forced him to come, but I still didn't...