Chapter 37 Thirty Seven

• Luciano's POV
• The silence that follows us out of the courtroom is thick, suffocating. My blood still thrums with the aftermath of my rage, the ghost of my grip still lingering on my fingers. The elder’s unconscious body, the fear in the eyes of the others—I should feel satisfied.
• But I don’t. I wanted to tear him to pieces for those vile words. That arrogant old thug though it's unlike me to listen to anyone. I can't believe I actually listened to Evana's words. Well, the mate bond is something else.