HIS SOLACE

Cane didn't know he could hate something this intensely, but then he didn't know where to direct this hatred. Was it because the sight of Sofia had triggered something he wanted to bury and didn't want to remember again? Or, was it how everything around him felt so suffocating?

He felt this uncontrollable anger and hatred in his heart and wanted to destroy everything around him. He wanted to kill someone, anyone, to quench his murderous desire. He wanted that person to die a miserable death, have their flesh torn bit by bit, screaming in agony, so they would understand his suffering.

He played in his mind how he would kill this faceless someone, until he felt Iris' arms wrap around his body and cradle him in her warm embrace.

Her steady heartbeat was akin to a blanket that doused his dark side with a piece of peace that he craved. He held onto her so tightly, because he didn't want to be the person in his head right now.