All the blood drained from my face. It rushed straight to my feet, which started moving. Running. I pushed Rhyland out of the way. He collapsed against metal shelves laden with bowls and whisks. The contents spilled over the floor with noisy clanks. I stormed the dining area, whipping my head, looking for her through the white-hot panic clouding my eyesight.
How had she cut her forehead? What the hell had she done now? Bang her head against a steak knife as a party trick? Had someone hurt her? A man?
Where the hell is she?
“I took her to the upstairs office to avoid a commotion.” Rhy appeared by my side, rubbing the back of his head with an accusatory glare. “Zeta is taking care of her. She dropped by with some lasagna for your dinner.”
Only my mother could pop into a three-Michelin-st
