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JAXON

I tap the tip of the burning cigarette against the ashtray after taking a few drags from it. I toyed with it against the edge of the tray but the sudden wave of anger that washed over me didn't give me a chance to relish in the satisfaction I got from it, because I was already picking up the tray and throwing it against the wall.

The small object made a crashing sound against the floor, adding to the list of the destroyed objects littered across the dark room, whose source of light was the rays of moonlight that filtered directly into the room, through the windows.

It cast a dim glow on the disorganised space of my study. I walked away from the desk, squeezing my eyes shut and then, I dragged in a breath, puffing it out slowly. It felt as if a surge of volcano erupted within me and I was struggling to keep it at bay.

Knowing every nook and cranny of my study gave me the upper hand, coupled with the moonlight's reflection in the room. I strode to the bar, crushing every broken b