ELIZABETH'S POV

I slammed my hotel door so hard I was certain the staffs downstairs must have heard it echo through every floor. The loud crack of the wood hitting the frame wasn’t even enough to calm the heat burning inside me. My entire body felt tight, like every muscle wanted to explode at the same time.

  But I wasn’t done there. Not even close. I still had so much steam boiling under my skin that if I didn’t release it, I would combust.

  My eyes landed on the nearest object, one of those decorative vases hotels keep around to make a room look expensive. I didn’t even think twice....