Adonay
I looked over to where she was staring at the broken vase on the floor, made into tiny pieces of blue and white porcelain.
I'm sorry. When the plants in the labyrinth hurt you, I brought you here, but you turned into a damn ghost.
"That doesn't explain the broken Ming vase." He crossed his arms and stared at me.
"I was a little mad because I couldn't help you".
"Oh," she whispered, the heat and anger gone from her voice.
"Anger filled me for a moment." I pointed at the vase. "I didn't mean to break anything, it just happened without conscious thought, but then I figured out how to get you out so I could heal your wounds."
"Yes, you dragged a rare Turkish rug to the floor after letting me get blood on it. Thank you.
I shrugged. Rage was welling up inside me again. Why did Ish
