Dylan's POV
I pace my office like a caged animal. Every muscle in my body is coiled tight, begging to snap. I want to crush something—or someone—if I’m being honest.
“Can you please just calm down?” Vanessa says gently.
“Calm down?” I snap, rounding on her. “You want me to be calm? How the hell do you expect me to be calm when those old fools locked up my gamma in the dungeon without my permission—and had the audacity to torture him?”
“I know how you feel,” Vanessa replies, keeping her voice even. “But we need to face this matter with a clear mind.”
“She’s right,” Miley chimes in.
I slam my fist into the wall, splintering the wood. “I’m going to rip them all apart—limb for limb. I’ll make them suffer the way they made Kevin suffer. I’m going to gouge out their eyes and—”
“Enough!”
