Chapter 31: A Mother’s Love

*Layla*

A low growl of frustration rumbled up from the back of my throat as my senses fully awakened. Seizing that spark of anger, I stormed across the room, each step fueling the burning anger and frustration inside me.

How dare he? How dare Anton presume to dictate my life as if I were a misbehaved child? As if he could understand the tightrope of my waking nightmare and my reality between Marco and Dante had become.

By the time I reached the door, my whole body was coiled tight with barely contained fury. Flinging it open, I stormed out into the quiet hallways recklessly. A few startled crewmen shrank back with wide, scandalized eyes as I brushed past. Let them gawk–their shocked properness was insignificant compared to the blazing wrath coursing through me in that moment.