CYPRIEN'S POV
The journal slipped from my fingers and hit the wooden floor with a dull thud.
For one suspended heartbeat, I could only stare at the doorway.
Then I looked at Alpha Beron. The color drained from his face. A moment later, it rushed back, staining his cheeks crimson with a mixture of embarrassment and fury.
Alpha Beron stepped into the hallway first, and I followed close behind as we descended the narrow staircase.
With every step, more of the destruction came into view. A chair lay overturned. Shards of pottery glittered across the floor. Dark soil from a shattered flowerpot had spilled over the woven rug, crushing the herbs that had once been laid out to dry beside the window.
"Theo!" Alpha Beron roared. "What the hell is this?"
At the sound of his father's voice, The
