Page 109 of Blood Code

At the word “jealousy,” my Fury rage flared back to life. It was a supernatural anger, and it was hard to tame.

I looked at Kaz sideways. “You’ve done an excellent job at distracting me, until you brought it up again.”

“I didn’t mean to distract you that well.”

I nodded and sighed, taking in the office. It had to be Severin’s.

I cracked my neck, anger still bubbling deep within my belly. “Want to break a few things with me?”

I crossed to a bookshelf and grabbed a glass figurine, hurling it to the floor.

Shattering it.

It felt good.

I was like that shattered glass. Every piece of me falling to the floor, separating. Breaking.

Kaz smiled. “Oh, yes.”

Kaz tossed a statue to the ground beside him, and I smiled.

And so, together, we destroyed Severin’s office.

I paced, trying to burn off some energy. Hard to do when supernatural Fury was rushing through your veins.

Threw books, metal objects, and glass from the shelves.

It was kind of helping.

Yeah, breaking stuff helped. And it certainly didn’t hurt that everything I was destroying belonged to Severin.

That knowledge fed my soul—until the door swung open and the man in question entered.

Another glass object was already in my hand, raised over my head, ready to fly.

“No,” he said sternly. “Do not throw that.” He turned to Kaz, who was now leaning against the desk with his hands in his pockets. “What the fuck are you doing in here?”

“Helping, obviously.” Kaz shrugged, a wicked smile on his face.

“You’re helping my fiancée destroy my office?”

“Better than fucking your fiancée in your office, but you’d know a thing about that, wouldn’t you?”

“What does that even mean, Kaz?” Severin shook his head. “You know what, never mind. Just get out.”

Kaz shrugged again and strolled out of the room. “Have fun with that,” he called behind him, but I wasn’t sure if the comment was meant for Severin or me.

Severin turned his attention to me, and I was still holding the glass object. He glared at me.

“Don’t do it, Keira.”

Yeah, no. I was being like a stubborn cat, refusing to listen to its owner, but I didn’t care. I ignored him and threw it anyway, a wicked smile crawling across my face.

I stomped over to a bookshelf and grabbed what was probably a priceless vase.

Holding it above my head, I lifted an eyebrow. Try to stop me.

Severin rushed toward me and caught the vase just as I released it. He set it down before grabbing my arms.