Thor
Her screams were loud, but the urge to rip the door open and rescue her was even stronger.
Fascinating.
It was something I had never experienced before, and even as her cries echoed through the corridor, it took everything in me not to move toward that door. Every scream seemed to claw beneath my skin, stirring instincts I usually ignored without effort.
I watched Axel with growing amusement as he paced restlessly back and forth through the corridor like a wolf that had lost sight of its master.
He looked gutted.
Like something invisible was tearing him apart from the inside out.
It was written clearly across his face and in the rigid way he carried himself. His eyes kept darting toward the door before snapping away again, his breathing uneven and heavy as he clenched his hands tightly into fists at his sides.
It was obvious he wanted to do exactly what I wanted to do.
Push past the doors and make her screams stop.
