Chapter Seventy Seven

Felix's POV

I snarled as I broke the vase on the table shelf. Its pieces scattered around the room but that did nothing to satiate the itch in my chest.

I didn’t remember crossing the room. One second I stood, trying to breathe and think, the next I was shoving my bedside table aside so hard it toppled and crashed against the wall. The sound wasn’t enough. It didn’t ease anything. If anything, it just fueled the fire burning through my veins.

My hands trembled and my chest tightened as the familiar heat crawled beneath my skin, the thing I kept pretending I could control.

I roared loud.

The sound ripped out of me, raw and violent, vibrating in my teeth, making my ears ring. I grabbed the wardrobe door and tore it from its hinges like it weighed nothing and then threw it across the room and felt a sick, brief satisfaction when it slammed into the mirror.

Glass exploded everywhere and a shard sliced across my cheek. I didn’t feel it. I couldn't feel anything except rage and the burn of