Bryan's POV
I could feel my patience snapping like a thin thread stretched too far. The second they told me Irene had been released, I stormed toward her without even thinking about who was watching. My hand connected with her face in a hard, sharp slap that echoed louder than I’d intended, but I didn’t care. I saw her flinch, her eyes watering, her lips parting in shock as if she hadn’t expected it. But I wasn’t in the mood to coddle her or let her play the victim.
“You think this is a game?” I hissed, my voice low but carrying enough venom to make her press back against the wall as though she could melt into it. I grabbed her arm tightly, my nails digging in through the thin fabric of her sleeve, and dragged her with me. She tried to stumble along, but I yanked harder, forcing her to k
