Chapter 72
Azalea slammed the door to her chambers so hard the hinges rattled. Her breath came in ragged bursts, her chest heaving as she fought back the tremors that threatened to tear her apart. But the moment she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, eyes red, cheeks stained with dirt and sweat from her run, the dam broke. Hot tears streamed down her face, soaking her skin as she stumbled to the edge of the bed.
Vicky hurried in right behind her, panic flashing across her features. “Azalea, what happened? Why are you crying like this? Talk to me, please.”
But Azalea shook her head violently, her sobs making her words almost incoherent. “Leave me, Vicky. Just leave me alone!”
“But—”
“I said leave!” Azalea snapped, her voice cracking with grief. She grabbed the nearest vase a
