The echoes of the slamming door hadn’t even died down before the heavy oak portals shuddered again. This time, they didn't just open, they practically flew off the hinges.
Romani stormed in but he wasn't alone.
Eric and Elara were trailing in his wake like two shadows trying to hide behind a storm. They had clearly run straight to him the moment they left the room, their faces twisted into masks of exaggerated trauma.
Romani didn’t look like the ‘charming prince’ anymore, he looked like a predator that had caught a scent of blood from three floors away. His eyes scanned the wreckage, the shattered crystal by the hearth and me, still standing on the dais with my knuckles throbbing with a dull, savage heat from the impact.
“What the hell happened in here?” he demanded.
Eric and Elara ho
