“Stupid, dumbass old fools!” Jake shouted the moment they reached the safety of his office. He left Lyra standing at the door and stormed across the room, knocking a chair aside. “Motherfucking meddling asswipes!”
He slammed his fist into the wall. Pain shot up his arm, sharp and immediate, and the crunch told him he’d done more damage to his hand than the wall.
“Jake!”
“I should tear out each of their f*****g throats!” He struck the wall again. This time, the drywall cracked.
“Jake!”
“Who the hell do they think they are, telling me what I can and can’t do?!” His fist hit the wall a third time, breaking through it.
“Russ, take Lyra and…”
Jake spun around. Callan was halfway into the office. Russ had a hand on Lyra’s shoulder, gently trying to guide her out. She wasn’t moving. Her gr
