Malakai’s POV
Beaking the door would be a mistake, I thought. I didn’t need to scare her further.
I turned and stormed off, kicking at everything in my path.
Inside my study, I kicked the table repeatedly, knocking down every item on it, yet my anger refused to be contained. I could feel my blood boiling fast.
Frustration burned even hotter in my bones.
That broken sob I’d heard from Camilla was on replay in my head, raking memories and messing with my sanity. I dragged a hand through my hair, pulling at some of the unknotted strands.
"He has gone to her again. Has he not, Mama?" I asked, slowly approaching where she sat at the corner of the bed, my voice tight with as much irritation as anger.
It broke me further to see how she hurriedly dried her tears to hide them before turning.
