dy was exhausted, but his brain was firing on all cyl

hit him

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e moonlight. He was wearing a perfectly tailored suit. In his large

condescension. It echoed off the glass walls. "Your work is garbage,

eam at him, but his throat wa

d and cold. He gripped both ends of t

the wood breaking e

pieces at Erich's fe

ed and sho

awing at the fabric of his t-shirt, right over his violently racing

. His bare feet hit the cold hardwood floo

window and ripped

He squinted against the glare, looking out at the

No bodyguards parked at the en

e small wooden desk in the corner. He yanked the drawer

standard gr

nd began to shake violently. The PTSD from Erik

t ached. He forced his fingers to wrap around the

phite tip onto a b

ne was jagged, ugly, and completely lacked th

s per

nd then he violently scribbled over it, pressing the pencil down with all his bo

n

essure. The sharp wooden edge tore

he ruined drawing. His chest

uder, turning into a dark, manic laugh that filled the small bed

k hit his b

ic break in there?" Keyla

torn paper, crushed it into a tight ball,

the door and

She had been leaning against the door to listen. Sh

His eyes were completely c

e said, his voice dead calm. "I'm e

apidly, trying to process the info

around her and walked straight

ng water run over his hands. He cupped the

last lingering traces of the nightmare. He

in of hair still hid his features, but the eyes sta

lection, making a vow to the st

The sound of a plate shattering echoed from the kit