Soren's POV:
I loved my mother—I truly did. However, she had a complete disregard for privacy and boundaries. The sound of her frantic pounding on the door echoed through the suite like the relentless drumming of a storm. I turned to Melrose, who stood frozen beside me, her eyes wide as saucers, shimmering with fear as she gasped for air. I could see the flicker of panic in her gaze—she seemed ready to bolt, but there was nowhere to run.
"It’s okay, it’s okay," I mouthed at her, trying to ignite a spark of reassurance, but her expression betrayed her uncertainty, twisting my heart with worry. Without hesitation, she darted to one of the bathrooms and shut the door behind her. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach; I knew it wasn't far enough to escape my mother’s wrath, but it was the
