56 | ANYA INAVOVA

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I HAVE NEVER SEEN DMITRY THIS RAGED. There are times when he’s been angry and pissed, yes. But today’s is worse than those times. More intense, even. There’s sweat all over his face, heat rolling off him. His eyes have gone red, hardened by anger, and his jaw is locked tight, the veins on his forehead almost rippling out of his skin. Heck, even the blood all over him and the injury on Sergei’s knees are all evidences to the intense emotions he is feeling. And Sergei — the same man who’s been shot on his bad leg and literally dragged up the stairs while tied to a chair — looks the least remorseful for being the cause of this. He had obviously been terrified of being the subject of his own son’s violence, earlier, hence the shouts and pleading, but now, his bloodied lips are curled into

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