Lucian couldn't take his eyes off Eliza. There she was, next to Caleb, talking as if she hadn't destroyed his world, as if she were oblivious to the chaos she had sown from the moment she appeared in his life. Her white dress contrasted with the snow falling around her, making her seem ethereal, almost unreal. And Caleb by her side, with that damned carefree smile, a damned Beta who seemed to mock everything he represented. Rage accumulated in his chest like a fire threatening to consume him.
