Chapter 63.

The chandelier that hung on the ceiling started shaking, and the crystals fell one by one and bounced against the marble floors. ”Babe,” Sam grabbed my arm, smoke formed around his fingers and he yanked it back. ”You fucked her.” The paintings on the walls, the curtains that hang from the high ceiling, and the lamps on the walls all started shaking. ”Stop, please. Do something,” He said and looked at his brother. The lamp came crashing down, and the guards moved out of the way but a few crystals penetrated their skin. Two paintings fell to the floor and the curtain flowed down from its hangers like a velvet-red waterfall. ”Vanessa, that’s enough.” I looked at Damien but the anger was getting out of control and I didn't care who got hurt or what I did, I needed a release. The glass on the windows shattered and the splinter fell behind me. ”Vanessa!” Sam screamed and stepped toward me with widened eyes. ”Tell me the truth!” ”Fine, yes, I slept with her!” I drew in my fingers and lo