The room was wrecked.
Shade stood at the edge of the bed, his breathing ragged, his hands shaking.
Jade was watching him, her skin marked by his touch, her chest rising and falling as she whispered—
"…Shade?"
Shade clenched his jaw.
Because for one brief, terrifying moment—
He hadn't been himself.
And if he kept going down this path?
He never would be again.