IVAN POV
The table crashed against the wall breaking into splinters as it fell all around the floor. Servants cowered because of my rage as they stood in the corner. I saw Kiran usher them out of my room but I couldn't care less. I grabbed a chair and swung it at the door, watching as it broke into splinters too. How dare he? How dare he? I fumed in anger as I drove my fist into the wall while picturing that son of a bitch face! I hate him! I fucking hate him!
"Breaking a few furniture and driving a hole into the wall isn't exactly going to help Arianne." Kiran said from behind me.
I growled as Iturned to face him but Kiran just shrugged at me. With a roar in frustration I drove another hole into the wall before I turned to look at him. "She didn't kill that boy!"
"And you don't think I know that?" Kiran asked with his brows raised up at me.
"Then why the hell is she in the fucking dungeon?" | growled at him in anger.
