Lorraine's POV
His hand was like iron around my throat.
I kicked. I clawed. I tried everything, but Kieran didn't budge. He didn't even blink.
His eyes were glowing crimson now, deeper than blood, empty of everything that once made him him.
"Kieran," I rasped, "w-what are you...."
His grip on my throat tightened as he lifted me fully off the ground with one hand like I weighed nothing. He moved me towards the wall and slammed my back against it with a crack, knocking the breath out of my lungs.
My vision blurred. My body screamed.
But nothing was louder than the panic thundering inside me.
"Kieran, stop!" I croaked, struggling. "It's me—Lorraine...."
His body pressed close.
I felt the heat radiating off him like wildfire.
But it wasn't warmth, it was rage. Hunger. Unchecked possession.