Gregory slammed the door behind him, hard. The slam vibrated the bungalow. After a small silence, they heard him cursing outside.
“Gregory,” protested Laurence, heading to the door.
“Wait,” said Aldor quietly. “He needs to cool off. Let him be by himself for a while. It won’t hurt him.”
“It wouldn’t hurt any of us,” Jasper muttered.
Guy Gregory stumbled into the heart of the forest. His blood boiled. He drew his weapon and cut through the dense thickets, cursing Willcome with every stroke. All he cared about was hurting Willcome. The memories of a guardian holding his little sister by the throat came rushing back at him. The guardian hadn't been Willcome, but hurting this buffoon would be almost as satisfying. Merek couldn't be far from here… The trees he slammed with his ax suddenly a
