Chapter 54

Vladimir

The flower vases I’d thrown across the room littered the floor with shards like colourful balloons on a child’s birthday party. It wasn’t even enough to release the pent-up frustration and indignation rising speedily within me.

Another mahogany stool flew straight to the door from my hand and simultaneously my door opened. I halted, taking deep, ragged breaths as I stared at the bruises on my knuckles. I’d punched the wall so hard I packed enough scrapes to last me a lifetime.

What hurt was that there’d be no Guilia to worry about getting them cleaned and treated.

Dmitri strolled in with the table, caught conveniently by...