Soren's Pov
I pulled the phone from my pocket, my grip tight as I stalked through the garden. I let out a sharp sigh of pure frustration the second I glanced at the Caller ID: Wyatt.
He was probably calling to give me an update on the situation back in Silvermane, but I had barely started my walk. I hadn't even begun to clear my head. I tapped the reject icon with more force than necessary and shoved the phone back into my pants.
After Catherine had said those awful words to me, she had stormed straight into Esme's room and locked the door behind her. I knew I shouldn't leave her, not in her current state, but hours of knocking and pleading outside that door had gotten me nowhere. So I had taken a cold shower, dressed quickly, and left the house, hoping the fresh air would help me think.
