I stormed into my office and swept everything off my desk in one violent motion. Papers scattered across the floor while glass shattered loudly against the walls. The rage burning inside me was unbearable, clawing viciously beneath my skin like Midnight himself was trying to rip free.
I needed to hit something.
Destroy something.
I tore my dirt-stained shirt over my head and threw it aside carelessly, my chest rising and falling heavily as the image replayed endlessly in my mind.
Victor.
Touching Arabella.
Holding her like she still belonged to him.
The memory alone made my blood boil.
"What the hell was she even doing there?" I growled to myself. "Everyone was supposed to be at the arena watching their king fight."
My fists clenched tightly.
"Did they plan that meeting?" I muttered darkly. "Did they wait until the breeder quarters were empty just so they could meet alone?"
The more I thought about it, the worse it became.
