ROBERT.
I stormed out of Thomas' mansion, my footsteps heavy and uneven against the long stretch of marble leading away from the house. The massive iron gates loomed ahead of me, but I didn't slow down. If anything, my pace quickened, fury coiling tighter in my chest with every step I took. Anger burned through my veins, sharp and uncontrollable, making it hard to breathe.
My body ached, no, it screamed. The battle between us was fierce and if Melissa hadn't interfered, we were ready to kill each other.
I continued marching forward and each movement sent a fresh wave of pain rippling through me, the bruises hidden beneath my clothes throbbing like they were alive. My ribs protested when I inhaled too deeply, and my knuckles stung where they had already begun to swell. The pain should have forced me to stop, to catch my breath, to think. But it didn't. I welcomed it. It grounded me, reminded me that this was real, that everything that had just happened inside those walls was real.
