[Meredith].
My breath hitched. Her emotions weren't just shifting, they were spiralling, even unravelling and becoming more violent.
Then, impossibly fast, she grabbed the nearest object—a ceramic vase, and flung it at my head.
I barely ducked. The vase shattered behind me, fragments scattering across the floor like sharp teardrops.
Her face twisted, completely unrecognizable now as pure rage tore through every feature. "YOU! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!"
I backed away, my heart hammering as my hands trembled despite myself.
"DON'T TOUCH MY MIND! I WON'T LET YOU! GO! GO! GO!" Her voice rose again, raw and broken.
Her scream hit a pitch that rattled my skull. It wasn't just anger. This was pure madness, fear, old wounds, and chaos exploding all at once. I had never seen anything like this in my years of existence.
Just then, a second vase sailed straight toward my face—but the door burst open. Draven and Dennis rushed in.
