The door slammed hard, the walls shaking from the intensity.
Elara grabbed a vase sitting quietly on the table and threw it against the wall, letting out the most piercing screech known in existence.
The veins in her head and neck nearly ripping off from how much she screamed.
How was this possible? How? How? How? She grabbed a bottle and threw it against her vanity mirror, grabbing her hair so tightly she almost ripped it off her head.
This was insane… Thorne shouldn't be awake. Not until she was done taking it all. Not until she had Adina seizure feet under.
Did the gods love to make a mockery of her?
"This doesn't make sense!" she screamed, flinging a goblet across the room. "He was supposed to stay asleep for weeks! How—how is he walking?! Speaking?!"
Her aunt Jocelyn rushed into the room, sweaty, pale, and panicked too. She stopped dead in her tracks, eyes wide as she took in the state of the room.
A mess was an understatement.
