Possession (The Mate Games 3)

Without me.

While I was over here like some lovesick puppy, fucking dying inside, every breath without her an agony.

With a roar, I flung the mirror against the opposite wall, the sound of shattering glass welcome as fury ripped through me.

“Oh, come on! Did you really have to break it? Now we’ll both never hear the end of it.”

I couldn’t speak. My breaths came in rapid gasps, vision blurring red at the edges.

“Odin’s beard, you really have no control. I’ve made a huge mistake.” Tor backed away from the glass as though he was afraid I’d be able to break through.

I had to get out of here. Take out anyone in my path and get back to her. Putting all my power into my stance, I shot forward shoulder first and slammed into the barrier keeping him safe from me. Nothing would stop me from getting to my mate. Not my brother, not Father, not this godsdamned cell. Over and over, I repeated the action until finally a crack spread across the clear wall.

Tor’s eyes grew wide, his mouth open in shock. “I’m sorry,” he whispered as I geared up to take another shot at the one thing holding me back. Then he ran.

The sight of him retreating sent my rage spiking. My target was getting away.

I screamed out my fury, tipping my face back and pouring all of my uncontrollable need for violence into it.

It wasn’t enough to purge it from my system.

Spinning around, I searched for something, anything, I could use to take out my frustration. There wasn’t much in the way of furniture, just a table, chair, and a bed. But they would do.

I lifted the bed, hurling it across the room with such force it cracked and broke in two. I did the same with the chair. Then the table.

And when that was done, I moved on to the pieces, not stopping until the remains resembled toothpicks.

It still wasn’t enough.

So then I took my anger out on the wall, punishing it as much as I was punishing myself. Until finally, what felt like hours later, I was spent, shaking, covered in my own blood.

I curled myself into a ball, back pressed against the wall that now held numerous fist-sized craters. And in the sudden, deafening silence, I whimpered one word, infusing it with my boundless grief.

“Sunny.”