Zane’s POV

Crash Crash Crash

My files and lamp landed on the ground, scattering glass across the room as I angrily pushed them away from my table. Fury welled up in me like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

Leo Armstrong. 

That name made my skin crawl. How dare he act all high and mighty? I gripped the edge of my wooden table in my study so hard that some part of it creaked beneath my fingers. I was more than pained by the findings of Kelvin on this godforsaken Leo. Even the address he got ...