He shifted his focus from her to the painting on the wall in front of her bed; he needed a distraction. The rage was enough to choke him.
His sister-in-law, Sophia, had once called him Lord Mood-Swing and he was starting to believe the truth of her words. In less than twenty-four hours, he had gone through so many divergent moods.
Wrestling the reins of control from him required mental and emotional power, and Laetitia’s successes were to be praised, because no one had done it before. And he feared it would cause damage; it could reduce him to such a state he would despise himself for acts he wasn’t even aware of doing.
She didn’t know what she was expecting to happen, but his scowl was so dark Laetitia held her breath.
He inhaled deep.
Once.
Twice.
Then, for a brief, terrifying mom
