Kael POV

The air in the hospital felt toxic in my lungs. Each moment I spent there, trapped by their sterile walls and hushed tones, made me want to lash out violently.

I stood before the double doors where they had taken Aria, my palm pressed against the icy metal, my heart racing. For the first time ever, I felt utterly powerless. No command was strong enough, no fury sharp enough to alter the reality: she was bleeding on some table, and I was helpless to intervene.

I pivoted sharply, my eyes aflame. My driver tensed as I approached, the same man who had sped through red lights at my...