Chapter 67
He grasped the table edge and hurled it across the room. The sound of creaking splintered wood echoed throughout the high-ceilinged room. His breathing grew harsh, his fists clenching as reality burned in his mind—Fiona had been his sole hope.
His sole hope for retaliation against Killian.
His sole hope for regaining the position that had been stolen from him.
And now, her father was in the way, denying her for her sister. The thought infuriated his blood. His jaws clenched, his eyes cold and hard with a killer's gleam.
He paced the room's length like a maddened animal, toppling chairs, books sailing through the air, anything his fingers could grasp. The calm mask he had worn for Fiona's sake now shed, left in favor of the urgent, maddened violence of a man who had tasted h
