AXEL
The loud crash snapped me out of the red haze that had fogged my mind for the past hour. I blinked, my eyes zeroing in on the damage on the floor before I looked down at my hand that had taken on a life of its own and flung the glass against the wall.
The potent smell of alcohol immediately saturated the room, overpowering the usual comforting scent of old books and power.
“s**t!” I curled my hand into a fist and ground my teeth together. I was letting the situation get to me and that wasn’t a great idea for so many reasons, outbursts like this were barely at the top of the list. Although it wouldn’t go unnoticed.
As though to prove my point, the door to the study flew open a second later and my brother rushed in with a severe frown fixed on his face. He looked like a man running
