Chapter Seventy-Two
Malachi's POV
The whole party was going well, considering. Well enough that I hadn't killed anyone yet, which felt like an achievement given the circumstances.
Lucas was there. Standing near the windows like he had every right to breathe the same air as Alicia. His hand was bandaged. Good. He'd remember what happened when he got too close to what was mine.
Every time I caught sight of him, my hands curled into fists. The urge to finish what I'd started in that warehouse pulsed through me like a second heartbeat. But I held back. Barely. This was Alicia's night. I wouldn't ruin it by breaking Lucas into smaller pieces.
Then there was Jason. The man who'd approached Alicia at the bar with that calculating smile. The one who'd looked at her like she was something to be acquired. Something he'd missed out on and now wanted back.
