Kai paces back and forth, back and forth, his boots leaving marks in the ash that coats the floor—residue from blue fire, a manifestation of Ivy's power made visible.
"Are you telling me," he says, his voice dropping to a dangerously low tone, "that with all the Etas and Lotas I have, along with their commanders—no one can tell me where my mate and my Beta are?"
Kai punches the wall. The drywall fractures perfectly around the point of impact, and his knuckles split open, blood trailing from there. He seems oblivious to it.
"None of this makes sense." He gestures at the destruction surrounding them: the charred grass, the scorched deck, the deep foot print burned into the ground where Ivy had stood as her power erupted. "You’re saying my sister, my Frida, caused all of this?"
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