Chapter 30

Elijah:

I glared at the wall in front of me as I held the glass of whiskey in my hand. My grip tight on it, turning it white and for a second, I wondered when it would be breaking under my grip.

Anastasia’s words played over and over in my head.

The way she looked at me, and the way her eyes reddened as tears threatened to fall from them. The way her voice hardened and her eyes turned cold as she glared at me. Everything about her body language played over and over.

I glared at the glass in my hand before throwing it against the wall, watching as its glass shattered.

I went back home after our encounter. Yaroslav noticing my anger, didn’t need to ask twice as I suppose he heard the two of us talking anyway. I could hear Aunt Nikita out of my office’s door, speaking to Yaroslav.

I ran my fingers through my hair before I sat on my desk. The need to punch someone in the face growing stronger with each passing second, and the pain that I was feeling in my chest didn’t make things any