Annabel slammed the door of her room, and the big double windows rattled in protest. Her hands balled into fists and her head spun with a dizzying mixture of anger, frustration, and panic.
She had thought Larson would finally open up, that things would change for the better, that he would give her a reason to believe he was not playing games with her, that he was not as bad as Damien painted him to be. But instead, he shut her out completely, just as she feared he would. It amazed her how much that had hurt her, knowing that there was nothing connecting them anymore. She desperately wanted there to be something. Anything.
Her emotions raged within her and all she wanted to do was break things and scream. But she couldn’t, she wouldn’t. She had joined the Order with a purpose, and that p
