Chapter 10
The door slammed against the wall as Dylan stormed through the cottage. He hustled across the floor, past the sofa and loveseat, and headed toward the bedroom. Sizzling and popping sounded from the entertainment system the second he darted past it. He paid little attention to the sound or the electricity pulsing from him.
He gritted his teeth and winced at the stinging sensation spreading across his palm. Though his hands cramped from clenching them, the pain radiated from his nails embedding in his skin. If he squeezed his fists any tighter, he’d draw blood.
It wasn’t his blood he wanted.
Images of Layne’s smug face raced through his thoughts. To see him holding Adalyn was hard enough, but knowing he was the one she wanted… It was like losing Heaven all over. Now the Elders
