Damien's POV
The moment I opened the apartment door, I heard it; the sound of destruction. Glass shattering, wood splintering. The primal scream of rage made every hair on my body stand on end.
I dropped my briefcase and ran toward the living room.
Vanessa stood in the centre of the chaos like a goddess of destruction, wielding a metal baton. Where the hell had she even gotten that? And swinging it at anything within reach. The coffee table was already destroyed, glass scattered across the hardwood floor like diamonds. The lamp lay in pieces. And as I watched in horror, she pulled back and swung at the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.
The screen exploded with a sharp c***k, spiderwebs of fractures spreading across the display before it went black.
"Hey! HEY!" I lunged forward, grab
