Axle's POV
I lifted myself off the door with more force than necessary and stalked into the room. My footsteps echoed off the marble floors, too loud, too sharp in the quiet of the house. My fingers worked at my jacket, yanking it off my shoulders like it was suffocating me. I flung it onto the nearby chair without looking back.
The liquor cabinet called to me like salvation, but the burn I was looking for wasn't one any bottle could fix. Still, I needed something.. anything..to calm the storm roiling inside me. My fingers trembled as I reached for the decanter. I could barely hold the glass steady as I poured. The deep red wine sloshed against the crystal like blood.
I settled heavily into the leather chair at the edge of the room and took a long breath, the kind that did nothi
