“Believe you? I’m not going to believe you.” Pain blazes in my heart. “Then why—” “I’m going to reorder the universe by reordering his fucking organs. I’m going to make such a mess of his entrails, eyeballs, and fingernails that it will take a team of crime scene investigators to identify who he used to be and a dozen cleaners to bleach away all the blood. This Lucas, anyone else who hurt you? They’re as good as dead.”
