I was pissed. Rage filled my chest and I was so angry the edges of my vision blurred as I stomped through the castle. I didn’t know what to do next. The thought of settling in the library with a book seemed ridiculous. I hadn’t eaten for hours, but I didn’t feel like finding something from the kitchen. There was no need to brew up any more potion in the Hocus Pocus room, because there was nobody here who needed any information I could give them.
Worse, I realized I was sorry for myself. It happened rarely and I was annoyed to display a weakness I loathed.
I stomped from floor to floor, ignoring the Lutine army working on the castle, but I noticed their covert glances, knew they could sense my grim mood.
On a whim I headed back down to the room I was sharing with Emma and snatched up my
