ELLA
I stormed into my room like a hurricane, slamming the door behind me with enough force to make it rattle in its frame. My fingers clawed at the edge of my desk, scattering papers, pens, and a half-empty perfume bottle. The scent of something floral and expensive filled the air, sharp enough to sting my senses.
And I didn’t care.
I wasn’t going to care. Not now. Not after what had just happened downstairs.
My heel caught a loose rug, and I stumbled for a split second before regaining my balance. My fists clenched, and I swept a vase off the dresser. It crashed to the floor in a spectacular explosion of glass and water. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t even blink. My heart pounded in my chest like it wanted to tear itself free.
“Ella!”
The scream came from the doorway. Willow. She stood
