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.
"You keep calling me that name," he said, voice so deep it sounded like it echoed from the depths of some ancient beast. "But I'm not him anymore."
I froze. I was Confused. Terrified.
