Page 49 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
That thought lands with brutal clarity.
I should be there.
Stopping it.
Pulling him off her.
Dragging him away from her.
But I’m not.
I’m standing here. Watching it.
While he touches her. While she looks like that.
The helplessness hits underneath the rage, quieter but worse, something that settles deeper, heavier, because I don’t know where she is.
I don’t know how to get to her.
And he does.
Lucian swears under his breath. “Fuck.”
Zach turns away immediately, like he can’t look at it, and stumbles toward the sink before he throws up, the sound of it sharp and ugly in the quiet of the room.
Jackson doesn’t move.
He just stares at the screen, his face going pale, his jaw tightening like he’s trying to hold something in.
I don’t look away.
I force myself to watch it.
Every second.
Every detail.
Because this is all I have of her right now.
And it isn’t enough.
My hands flex at my sides, tension pulling through them hard enough that I can feel it in my arms, my chest tight, breathing shallow without me meaning it to be.
I can’t touch her.
I can’t get to her.
I don’t know where she is.
And he...He’s touching her like that.
I drag my gaze to Christian.
“He’s toying with us.”
My voice is low, but there’s nothing steady under it.
“I need something to work with,” I say, stepping forward, the pressure building again. “I need a target. I need something I can break to get her back.”
