Chapter 82

Darius’s POV

“We’re leaving,” I whispered to Isabelle.

Her face dropped into a frown. “Why? The night has barely begun.”

“Now,” I spoke with a raised tone, earning us a few glances.

She followed me without another word.

I was raging with pure anger. One more second in this damn castle, and I would go on a killing spree.

Isabelle had barely settled in the car when I sped off in a mad race.

“Have you gone nuts?” She screamed at me.

Images of Fallon smiling at Nathan with his hands wrapped around her waist clouded my vision.

I stepped on the pedal, driving without a care for who or what was on the road.

“Let me out!” Isabelle yelled beside me.

“You crazy psychopath, let me out.”

I ignored her as more images of Fallon dashing to Nathan Valentine’s side flashed through my memory.

“Please, Darius, stop. Just stop,” Isabelle continued screaming.

Why the fuck is she screaming? A crash can’t kill her;