Tom's POV
I remained positioned near the entrance, maintaining a rigid smile while watching Kira climb into her waiting vehicle. The door closed with finality, leaving her completely unaware of the rage burning beneath my composed exterior.
The sedan pulled away from the curb, and I lingered there, hands buried deep in my trouser pockets, tracking the crimson brake lights until they disappeared around the corner.
The instant she vanished from view, my facade crumbled. My expression hardened, muscles tensing as I pivoted toward the house. The door crashed shut behind me with such force that the sound reverberated through every room, sharp and thunderous. Yet even that satisfying noise couldn't begin to release the fury consuming my chest.
I charged up the staircase, taking steps three at a time, my boots pounding against the wood with enough intensity to rattle the entire structure.
"Delia!" My voice erupted like a gunshot, her name ricocheting off the vaulted ceilings.
