Lucas POV:
Why me? Why the fuck is it always me?
I stood there, fury boiling inside me, each thought darker than the last. My fists clenched so tightly, my knuckles ached, but the anger was useless. Useless and consuming. I had thought I was helping Clark, I had thought that maybe—just maybe—I was doing the right thing. I'd hoped we could be allies here, two idiots trapped in the same goddamn nightmare. But no. Instead, I found out that the one person I thought I could trust had already made his deal with the devil. I tried to protect him, tried to stick by him through all this shit. I even fought for him. But what did I get in return? Betrayal. That's what.
Clark. He had made a fucking deal with that vampire.
Blaze.
I clenched my fists, rage burning like acid through my veins. How the hell did he manage that?
