That's how many black out level rage fits he'd had in the past two days. He'd managed to get himself outside and away from people, namely Tristan and Maeve, during those times, but Matt had to face the facts: his control was gone.
Before Cora, he'd kept the rage under control. He'd never blacked out and came back to awareness in the center of a disaster zone before her. Then, there had been the kitchen incident where he'd demolished everything...even that had been a fluke, he'd thought. He'd kept control mostly in the last few weeks of being with Cora. On Day Zero, he'd snapped at Cole, but Matt remembered the incident unlike the most recent three.
When she left him, she'd taken from him his control and his confidence that she loved him. After all, she'd abandoned him completely. He could go and confront her, but what would that solve? Would she even want to see him?
He wanted to see her.
That was an ache in him that kept hammering him in his heart. He loved her and had given her everything he had, and in return she left him alone. He'd gone to his priest and been told to forgive her. He'd gone to Klaus and tried to rebuild. Hell, what was left but ash and rubble?
Still, here he was, two blocks away from the warehouse, leaning against a church spire, watching the building like a hawk. She was out shopping in the wizarding world for some such thing or another. He'd followed her progress for a while, but had eventually given up on that. Matt pushed with his shoulder and leaped to the next roof over. It was time.
He slipped through the magical barrier and into the warehouse. Interesting. The wards were still open to him. He was wearing his armor from the cache. The charmed leather armor made him feel safer and calmer. He took a sentry position up in the rafters and waited for Cora to return.