Gunnar’s POV

I did not remember thinking.

I only remembered rage.

The moment I reached Sebastian’s quarters, I did not slow down, I did not knock, I did not care who was inside with him. I lifted my leg and kicked the door open so hard it slammed against the wall with a loud crack.

The sound echoed through the room.

He was there. Standing. Calm.

With a man I did not recognize beside him.

That alone made my anger rise even more.

I did not speak. I did not ask questions.

I moved.

My fist connected with his face before he could even react, the impact sharp and heavy...