STEPHAN
I stormed back into the mansion, the heavy oak door crashing shut behind me with a thunderous boom that reverberated through the grand, empty halls like a declaration of war.
My heart pounded violently inside my chest, each beat slamming against my ribs like a relentless war drum, fueling the storm raging within me.
Adrenaline and fury coursed through my veins, making my temples throb and my vision narrow with a dangerous edge.
The drive from the hospital had been nothing but a blinding red haze of uncontrollable rage and gut-wrenching fear.
I had barely registered the streets flying past, the screech of tires as I took corners too sharply, or the blaring horns of other drivers I had cut off in my madness.
My hands had gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles stood out bone-white, the leather creaking under the pressure as if it might snap at any moment.
