Devon's pov
I stood in front of the mirror, my gaze was frosty and I felt so much fury within me. I was angry at everyone and I kept getting even more furious.
I was angry at myself for not taking extra precautions to ensure Avery never escaped, I was furious that I had allowed her to escape, I was furious that I hadn't killed that damn old man. If I had, there would have been no one to help Avery escape.
I knew she probably knew about her father now and it made me even angrier. That man mustn't know about what I did to Avery, he was a terrifying figure and I didn't want to get on his bad side.
I was angry at Isabella, I was angry that I had been so overcome by my lust and stupid sense of self that I hadn't been able to keep her in check.
She had contributed the most to this situation, I should have kept her in check, I should have warned her but now it was too late. The situation has spiralled out of control.