The Slap of Authority

His eyes turned scarlet. He clutched Rowena's wrist, not noticing that he was gripping her so tightly that her skin was turning pale.

Desmond shoved him away, wrapped Rowena in his arms, and massaged her wrist.

Rowena sighed. Her tone was stern as she said, “You acted rashly tonight, Pierce. I understand how you must be feeling, but I don't agree with you giving away fifteen percent of the company