**Zara/Reika**
Long after I had left the trampled mess of roses at Stephan’s door I was still fuming with rage.
Morning had washed away the humiliation I felt from the previous night, but as I set my eyes on the blooming red roses, I felt the rage return in two folds.
My fingers itched to hurl the flower across the room, maybe set it on fire for dramatic effect, but I wasn’t sure how to control the fire if it decided to spread past proportion.
Instead, I left the stupid pieces of his apology at his front door. His nose could bleed for all eternity!
I rolled onto my side, hair spilling across my pillow, my chest heavy with irritation. I was grateful for the silence that echoed in the room from the corridors. It gave me more space to think about my next action.
Time was ticking on my
