Rage for Her - Chpt 1 (Excerpt 1)

“The hell I am!”

Tegan slammed his glass on the table. The amber liquid splashed over the rim, but he barely felt it soak his hand; the fury inside him boiled too bright. It physically crawled beneath his skin, the slithering Rage a clear sign that he was seconds away from exploding.

Gripping the table’s edge, the berserker’s eyes flashed a dangerous red.

In two seconds, the room was going to get ripped apart. In six, he’d be going for his agents. And once they were down, there would be nothing to stop him from ravaging the city. He had to get control of himself. And fast.

The table splintered beneath his fingers.

“Look,” he growled into his earpiece. “I realize –”

“I’m not talking about this anymore.”
Her voice was as lovely as silk as it flitted through his mind. It wrapped around his heart, all delicate and soft – right before baring its teeth with all the venom of a pissed off viper.

Swearing, Tegan released the table. With an ominous creak, it split in two, then crashed to the ground.

His lips pursed. His eyes narrowed. Fighting the urge to release the entirety of his anger, Tegan clenched his fists with a snarl.

“Dammit! I don’t have time –”

“You never have time!”

Tegan almost bit back that wasn’t true, but the denial lodged tight in his throat. Swearing in frustration, he stalked to the other side of his room.
He glared at the stone walls that made up the castle. They were a dark gray, a perfect match to his current mood. In three hundred years, Tegan hadn’t lost control of his Rage outside of a fight, but just hearing Phoebe’s voice…

Just hearing what she wanted him to do…

The wall cracked beneath his fist.

To hell if he was going to comply.

“I have to go,” he snapped.

“Don’t you dare –”

Yanking the earpiece off him, Tegan tossed it on the table. He remembered too late that it was no longer there. Snarling, he snapped the phone back up and threw it at the couch.

“Gods dammit!”

He hadn’t seen Phoebe for nearly twenty years. He’d even fooled himself into believing he’d managed to put her behind him. Placed her in a forgotten box that he’d never have to deal with.

She was much safer that way.

He was much safer that way.

And since he was the head of the Elv’ve’Norc, an organization tasked with protecting the Seven Planes, all the fucking worlds were safer that way.

“Fuck!”