Chapter 54
Vladimir
The flower vases I’d thrown across the room littered the floor with shards like colourful balloons on a child’s birthday party. It wasn’t even enough to release the pent-up frustration and indignation rising speedily within me.
Another mahogany stool flew straight to the door from my hand and simultaneously my door opened. I halted, taking deep, ragged breaths as I stared at the bruises on my knuckles. I’d punched the wall so hard I packed enough scrapes to last me a lifetime.
What hurt was that there’d be no Guilia to worry about getting them cleaned and treated.
Dmitri strolled in with the table, caught conveniently by his sharp reflex. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t have injured him if he wasn’t careful enough.
“Is that what you do now? Hurting the people you
