Pure, unbridled rage.
That was the only way to describe Dylan’s anger as she stormed through the grand ballroom on the hunt for Cooper, who wasn’t behind the bar.
“Cooper!” Dylan shouted, and the roar that followed shook the window panes as she ran toward the arena.
The empty La Prizonye did nothing to calm her rampage when she couldn’t locate Cooper. Ari’s confession and the image of Lucy’s battered face spiraled her out of control. Any object within her path was subject to her fury. Within minutes, the classy dark wood tables lining the edge of the arena became fragments of kindling. She launched larger pieces of wood across the room, smacking into chairs, tumbling them like bowling pins. Dylan’s mind was void of coherent thought.
She hurled her muscular frame, two steps at a time, onto the stage toward the display of kinky instruments, sweeping up the rattan cane she used days before. Memories of punishing Ari flooded into the mix of emotions taking over her body. Autopilot engaged as tornadic ferocity ripped through everything in its path. Dylan kicked open treasure chests, scattering the contents into those empty seats awaiting spectators. The once strong and tall Saint Andrew’s cross splintered in two at Dylan’s hand. Her fury assaulted everything until she picked up the bench and slammed it down onto the stage. The force of the impact caused an echo to ring through the arena.
That hollow sound, accompanied by a slight shift of a board, pulled Dylan’s attention back to the moment. She studied the stage while catching her breath. There was a bump in the middle of the Persian rug beneath the bench. After pulling it aside, she noticed a small metal ring attached to the flooring.
Hidden rooms existed in Adytum, one being a viewing room for torture porn. The possibility of anything existing below never crossed Dylan’s mind. Not until she hooked her finger into the ring and pulled, opening a trapdoor revealing a steep and dusty staircase.
Using the flashlight on her phone, she descended toward the unknown. Particles of dust danced through the light as her feet disturbed the layers with each step. At the bottom of the stairs, there was a long corridor that appeared to go on forever. It must have run the expanse of the building underneath Adytum.
In the distance, Dylan saw a light source. Small and bright. It illuminated the end of the tunnel. Uneasy, she pushed forward, hoping it would lead to Ari and Lucy. The thought of the two people most important to her in danger caused her cautious steps to quicken. Her breathing increased, matching the pounding of her feet echoing around her as she bounded toward the light.
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