[Khane's POV]
I need peace for my tormented soul. Once again, I left Olivia alone in the penthouse. I believe there's nothing wrong with what I've done for her. But somehow, she seems so distressed by the protection I've given her all this time.
Right now, I'm standing on the rooftop. Surrounding me are several guards keeping watch. They're minimizing any potential emergency if something attacks us from a distance. They don't care about what I do, simply because of my position as the group's leader.
"Argh!" I scream, slamming my fist into the wall, leaving visible cracks.
I notice the cuts around my fingers, but I feel no pain. The outburst I just had brings me a slight sense of relief.
"Why can't I control myself when I see her? My desire to have her is stronger than the patience I possess. I've nearly broken my promise several times." My lips keep moving, even though no one answers or cares.
