Knox's rage had finally reached its zenith when he stormed out of the bedroom.
His teeth were gnashed together so tightly that the muscles beneath the taut skin of his face danced and his visage was one of pure, unrestrained ire.
The veins in his neck and temples throbbed visibly with each thunderous beat of his heart, pumping anger through his system like molten lava.
“Pretending to be happy with you all this time while neglecting the love of my life has been a great deal of suffering for me.”
Memories of his past continued to flood Knox’s mind.
The air around him seemed to crackle and distort with the sheer force of his wrath as if the very atmosphere itself was bending and warping to the gravitational pull of his all-consuming rage.
The hallway's temperature dropped rapidly, as
