Talia paced the length of her chamber, her mind reeling. Declan had been gone for hours with no word and still the council would not act, would not go after him. She vibrated with anger, hate and confusion. She wanted to pull her hair out. Scream until she lost her voice. Smash something to pieces to match her fracturing soul.
Blindly, she reached out, snatching a vase of half dead flowers someone had given her at her parent's burial ceremony. With a howl, she pitched it across the room. The sound of the container shattering did nothing to ease the empty ache inside her, so she picked up another object and another until she'd broken every piece of glass in her chamber.
Chest heaving, she stared at the pieces of glass strewn on the floor, feeling every bit as broken, every bit as scattere
