KAELON’S POV

I slammed my office door shut behind me, the heavy oak rattling in its frame. My jaw was tight, my fists even tighter. Every step I took toward my desk echoed with barely contained fury. I needed to calm down before I did something I would regret like ripping apart the next person who dared to cross me today.

Throwing my suit jacket across the back of the chair, I sat heavily behind my desk and immediately grabbed my phone. Fingers flying across the screen, I ...