|Kairos|
‘There is still no news.’ — Sevran Griffin.
The words burned into my mind as I crushed the paper in my fist and flung it across the room. My hands trembled, rage coiling tight in my chest. With a sharp exhale, I slammed my fist onto the desk, the impact so forceful that a c***k splintered across the wood.
I leaned back in my chair, dragging both hands through my hair, my breath coming in uneven bursts.
Fvck.
Still nothing. No damn news about Snow.
And it had been what—almost three fvcking weeks since she disappeared?
A sharp, throbbing ache bloomed behind my eyes as I yanked at my hair, as if the pain might somehow drown out the frustration tearing through me. I was supposed to be working, supposed to be handling the endless pile of responsibilities waiting on my desk. But
