Elias
The room is in chaos. The bed has a splintered post, the sofa is overturned, the candlesticks are torn off and the armchair is completely torn to shreds. I am covered in blood just like Lyn and Herbert. I hurt them both. I did this to them. I swallow hard and bury my face in my hands. They don't seem to hold it against me, but I can't forgive myself. What if I had killed one of them? Would I go so far as to kill my soul mate?
"I'm terribly sorry," I say to Lyn, trying to express what words alone cannot. The fear Lyn must have had, fear of me. I drop to my knees. How can I ever make this up to her?
Lyn steps closer to me and puts a hand on my shoulder, gently and carefully.
"We'll find out what's going on. It's not your fault you have no control over it," she comforts me. I would
