Rhea Everwood
The silence in my room was deafening, I paced from my desk to the large, arched window, my gaze unfocused on the sprawling gardens below.. I needed to work, distract myself but the figures on the ledgers blurred, and I was unable to focus.
"i***t, Rhea," I muttered, running a hand through my hair. "What was that? What was that?"
The memory of my outburst at Sage replayed in my mind I kept seeing his face, a mask of controlled surprise, his shoulders tensing under the unexpected ferocity of my words. He hadn't deserved the venom, or the outright dismissal.
A knot tightened in my stomach. I should have apologized. I should have stopped myself. But the words had just erupted, fueled by... what? Fear? Frustration? No, that was ridiculous.
A soft knock on the door startled
