His voice was like a tornado, shaking up the house. If not exaggerating, it could reach every corner and inch of the house. He was fuming, not just because the envelope was gone, but because his mother was meddling in his affairs again. He doesn't attribute all his problems to his mother, but most of them were her fault. He often told himself that if not for her, he would have been happily mated to Ishtar and wouldn’t have gone through the pain that he did. On most occasions, he had listened to her counsel, and it had led him down a destructive path.
"Mother!" he roared again, walking with long strides toward his mother's chambers. His footsteps echoed through the hallway, each step taken with anger The ornate decor of the house seemed to blur in his periphery as he focused solely on rea
