Nolan’s POV
The second the door shut behind Raven, the mask I had been wearing cracked.
I slammed both palms on the desk so hard the whiskey bottle toppled and rolled, the amber liquid spilling across the wood like blood.
“f**k!” The word exploded out of me, raw and vicious. My knuckles split against the edge, but I barely felt it. Rage boiled so hot my vision pulsed red at the edges.
Why does the universe always find a way to piss me off the second I start enjoying myself?
I was this close. This f*****g close to watching Esme bleed out on Cole’s claws and finally, finally, be rid of both of them. And now? Romanov breathing down my neck, Raven suddenly growing a spine, Landon playing mysterious hero. Everyone suddenly had leverage.
I hated leverage I didn’t control.
I opened the m
