Chap 62

Dante's POV

"Can somebody open their damn mouths and speak up? Or have the lot of you suddenly gone dumb?" I yelled.

I looked again at the row of guards lined up in my study. They stood totally still under my scrutiny. One would think they were dummies if not for the rise and fall of their chests at intervals. I found myself wishing that one of them would twitch or break ranks. I looked out for a shify eye, restless fingers, shuffling feet, a curl of the lip- anything that would allow me to give vent to the insane rage I felt.

I was suddenly conscious of a sound- an annoying sound like rattling wood. My lips curled into a snarl as I studied the men, searching for the culprit who dared to irritate me with such noise. I couldn't answer for the man's life if I caught him. All the men were as still and attentive as they were supposed to be. It was then I looked down at myself and found out that I was the source of the sound.

My hands which were placed on my desk were shaking so badly