Vincent's POV
How could this happen? Why is this happening? How dare she? The thoughts rang through my head like a storm as I stormed back to my office, my vision blurring with rage. Every breath felt insufficient, each one stoking the fire burning inside me. "That bloody wench!" I hissed through gritted teeth, my nails digging into my palms. "How dare she humiliate me like this?"
I shoved the office doors open with a force that made them shudder against the wall, the resounding crack echoing in the room. I didn't care. Destruction surged in me like a beast clawing to get out. The image of Iris and Atlas together was seared into my mind, mocking me, taunting me.
I slammed my fist onto the desk, splitting the wood with a sharp crack. "That damned beast," I growled. "He's gone too far this time. I'll have his head for this."
