SLOANE

His chamber.

It wasn’t the living room anymore but his fucking chamber.

“You know what? Forget I was ever going to help. You’re taking it to him yourself.” I said without hesitation, glaring holes at her.

Whereas underneath, I was fidgeting with anxiety.

If it was the living room, I could easily trip through his fingers but no, I was going up there.

Not like I was scared of him—damn I was—but whenever he’s raging like this, I knew better than to disrupt. Even if ...