Fury suddenly built up in Theron's chest. His expression didn't change, but he could feel the billowing heat, a steam that seemed to want to billow out and burn through everything.
Mentioning his parents in passing, as an almost indifferent dig, had caused him to almost slaughter Thessa on the spot. He only barely managed to regain his bearings in the end to spare her from that Fate.
To mention them so specifically—and his mother at that—left him wanting to cut everything before him into ribbons.
It felt almost like his heart had become a volcano, as though it might burst apart in an explosion of its own any time now. And yet…
The air crackled as though space itself was turning to ice from a mere exhale of Theron's breath. It didn't take long before it was all sucked into the necklace, never to be seen again.
