RAGE

IVAN POV

The table crashed against the wall breaking into splinters as it fell all around the floor. Servants cowered because of my rage as they stood in the corner. I saw Kiran usher them out of my room but I couldn't care less. I grabbed a chair and swung it at the door, watching as it broke into splinters too. How dare he? How dare he? I fumed in anger as I drove my fist into the wall while picturing that son of a bitch face! I hate him! I fucking hate him!

"Breaking a few furniture and driving a hole into the wall isn't exactly going to help Arianne." Kiran said from behind me.

I growled as Iturned to face him but Kiran just shrugged at me. With a roar in frustration I drove another hole into the wall before I turned to look at him. "She didn't kill that boy!"

"And you don't think I know that?" Kiran asked with his brows raised up at me.

"Then why the hell is she in the fucking dungeon?" | growled at him in anger.