Ethan slammed into the suite like a storm ripping loose from hell itself, the heavy door crashing back against the wall with a boom that shook the entire frame.
The sound exploded raw in the quiet room, echoing off the high tray ceilings painted soft gold, bouncing off the marble floors veined white and gray, off the silk wallpaper shimmering faint under the massive chandelier dripping crystals that tinkled soft and scared.
His chest heaved hard and violent, breath coming in hot, ragged bursts that burned his throat raw, nostrils flaring wide like a bull ready to charge, face twisted dark purple with rage that boiled up from his gut like acid eating him alive from the inside out.
He didn't stop at the door.
The rage was too hot, too thick, choking him blind, turning his vision red at the edges, heart pounding so loud in his ears it drowned everything else.
