Darkness licks at the walls of my stomach. I breathe in, breathe out. Shift my gaze to above Aurora’s head, because if I look at the torment in those big fucking eyes I’ll know I’ll lose my shit. I’m not this guy anymore. I’m not Vicious Visconti. He’s locked in a box somewhere at the back of my brain, but now, I can hear him thumping against the lid, desperate to get out.
