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Dad entered just as I pushed myself upright. His gaze dropped immediately to the blood on the floor, on the shattered glass, and on me--and all the color drained from his face. He crossed the room in three long strides and caught my shoulders. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. I had an accident with Eryx, but I’m okay now. We're cool.” I met his gaze. “Where’s Wanda?”
My father’s jaw tightened at the question. “In the sitting room down the hall.” I stepped past him before muttering that I’d be back, and it was as I exited the room that a sudden heaviness that felt like sadness began bleeding into my chest.
The feeling rolled through me from Eryx, and I had no idea which was worse, the anger he’d unleashed earlier or this hollow, grieving silence.
Guilt twisted tight inside me, and
