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“I had it under control.”
Morgan was covered in soot. Her hands were c****d on her hips, and her features were clear with indignation as she glared at Arthur. There were burn marks on the ceiling of the kitchen. A rancid smell of chemicals and spoiled food filled the air. The glass window had a hairline crack that wasn’t receding. It was growing.
“Control is what you need, all right,” growled Arthur. “You need to be put on a leash to control you.”
“Try it, and I will bite you.”
The two faced off against one another. Tension was thick in the room as their chests heaved.
“It’s all right,” came Gwin’s soothing voice. She stepped between her lord and her sister, ever the peacemaker. “No extensive damage has been done. We can have this cleaned up by the morning.”
“With no help from her
