Dorian's POV
What the hell was that about?
I walked down the hallway, my jaw clenched tight, my pulse still racing. Great—I'd just threatened some innocent woman. How classy of me.
There was something about Elena Vane that got under my skin. Intrigued me and pissed me off at the same time.
Every woman I encountered either trembled in my presence or cracked awful jokes trying to get my attention. But not Elena. She acted like I was nothing more than an annoying interruption to her day.
Maybe that's exactly why I'd threatened her—some pathetic attempt to feel in control.
"Pathetic," I muttered under my breath, making my way back to the dining room.
"...disgusting and completely unacceptable," Vivienne was ranting as I walked in.
"You need to calm down," Quentin said gently, stepping closer to her.
"Calm down?" Vivienne's voice pitched higher. "My children are hell-bent on destroying everything I've built. Edward must be spinning in his grave."
