At the Study

Rapheal's POV

I went downstairs after the confrontation with Eleanor and my mate, avoiding any more controversy before I lose my temper and hit one of the maid.

I fiddled with my shirt button, relaxing on my chair. I was alone in my office. I was glad for it.

I lit up a cigar, pressing it on my lips as I swallowed down the look of fear on Hermosa's eyes when she met me without control.

Fuck! She wasn't supposed to see my demons right out of the cage. How will she learn to ...