Rion’s roar of anger reverberated through the study as he slammed his fists onto the table, sending papers flying and a glass teetering dangerously close to the edge. His black eyes burned with fury as he glared at Bea, who stood across from him with her arms crossed, her stance unyielding.
“You said what?” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
“I told her she could have three months,” Bea repeated, unfazed by his fury. “If she still wants to leave after that, I promised her I’d make you open a portal and send her back.”
“You had no right!” Rion thundered, his wings flaring slightly in his rage. “You’ve meddled where you weren’t needed—again! Do you realize what you’ve done? You’ve ruined everything!”
Bea scoffed, taking a step closer. “Ruined everything? Really? You’re the one lock
