Axle's POV
The walls of my study felt like they were closing in. The air was too thick, the silence too loud, and every second I stayed in that room felt like I was being suffocated by something I couldn't name.
I paced like a caged animal, fists clenched, jaw so tight it ached, and my phone pressed so hard against my ear I was half convinced it would shatter. The oak floors beneath my feet creaked with each step… over and over, back and forth… as if the floor itself was warning me of the pressure I was building inside.
My tuxedo jacket from three days ago still hung limply on the back of a chair, untouched, forgotten. Just like everything else in this house that once made sense.
"She's f*****g everywhere, Damien," I barked, my voice hoarse and low. I didn't even know what ti
