Myron's POV
I slammed the door of my apartment so hard the frame shook.
Blood was still dripping from my lip where Cane's fist had split it. My shirt was torn, my knuckles throbbed, and my pride felt like it had been dragged behind a truck for ten miles.
Everything was ruined.
I had been this close.
This close to getting Stephanie alone, slipping the little vial Tabitha gave me into her drink, watching those sharp green eyes go soft and empty. She would have looked at me like I was the only man in the world again. She would have come home quiet, obedient, mine. Five years of waiting, and that bastard Cane barged in like a jealous dog and wrecked it all.
I threw my keys across the room. They hit the wall and left a dent.
