COLE
Anger flashed through me.
It was a different kind of anger than I’d felt before House Caddel’s betrayal. That anger had been heated and intense, like lava flowing down a volcano, or a forest blaze. It came with reddened vision, sweat, and bared teeth.
This anger was far worse. It was ice. Frozen, gripping, stiffening. It still wanted to consume me in its wake, but it came with a numbness that was different than the other kind.
As I stared back at Leila Hart, I wished to freeze her out too. I wanted to be distant, detached. I needed to be. Red anger required passion, feelings.
I was tired of feelings. I was tired of worrying about my emotions and allowing them to run my life. I was the King now. There was a certain level of detachment I needed to have in order to rule Hescor.
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