Chapter 47 She Saw The Ring

• Darius
• I stood in the center of my study, my jaw locked so tightly that it ached, and my hands curled into fists as I tried to push down the simmering anger threatening to explode. The entire day, I had forced myself to stay away from Anastasia, believing that distance would allow me to think clearly and that if I just gave myself time to breathe, I would be able to find a way to navigate this situation without completely losing my grip on control.
• But now, knowing that Cassandra had sought her out, had deliberately chosen to put her in a position of submission, had made her kneel before her as if she were nothing more than a nameless servant, I could feel something dark and possessive rising to the surface, something that demanded retribution. She had no right. No right to touch Anastasia, no right to command her, no right to humiliate her, no right to even look at her in that way.