Chapter 185

Giovanni

The silence in the office was deafening.

There was a coldness in it that I did not want to think about or explain. There was a sense that told me that danger was just starting, and it was not just me who was dangerous. There was danger roaming around me, lurking about like a ghost.

It was a storm. War. And death. The silence carried more blood in it than I expected it to. Then I would want to admit it was cruel, and I knew that no matter how much I wanted to deny, I couldn’t. I was furious.

The desk in front of me had been reduced to splinters, drawers ripped open, papers strewn like corpses across the floor. The chairs were overturned. The whiskey decanter shattered. And the window, once overlooking the grounds like a throne room view, now cracked at the center, a perfect spiderweb from the fist I had driven through it.

My knuckles were still bloodied.

My heart was racing.

My wolf was raging.

But I didn’t care.

I