KELLEN’S POV
I couldn’t remember when I reached for the crystal lamp on the shelf.
I grabbed it, and hurled it across the room as a growl tore from my throat. It broke against the wall, the shards of glass falling to the ground. Lucien didn’t flinch beside me. He only stared at me blankly. Maybe it was because he was feeling the same frustration that was building up inside of me.
I didn’t stop at just the lamp.
I grabbed another object off the shelf, a ceramic figure of an angel, and there it to the wall. I grabbed another object. Books from the shelves, candles. I threw them all to the ground, feeling my throat burn with rage. Each object I knew on the ground came crashing down with a thud, but it did nothing to quell the pain that was spreading through my chest.
“I can’t...I can’t
