The Viper’s Hunger
Celine
I slammed my fist against the door, the wood biting into my knuckles. The office smelled like stale cigars and that sickening scent of a man losing his goddamn mind.
Darius sat at his desk, his head in his hands. He looked like he’d been dragged through a briar patch backwards. I didn’t knock again. I just let myself in.
“Get the f**k out, Celine,” he groaned without looking up. His voice was a ruined mess.
I didn’t move. I walked straight to his desk, letting my hips sway just enough to catch his peripheral vision. “You look like absolute dogshit, Darius. It’s embarrassing.”
He finally looked up. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with a manic, hollow darkness that made my stomach tighten. “I’m not in the mood for your games. Either tell me you found her, or g
