I slammed the door behind me so hard it rattled the steel frame. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one boiling in my chest. Rain pelted the glass roof like a thousand angry fists, but it was her silence I feared more than thunder — Lilith's silence.
The marble tiles of my foyer were cold beneath my boots, but I barely noticed. I was still seething, my fists clenched so tight the skin split at the knuckles. Mud from the school grounds clung to the hem of my coat. One of the vases — some overpriced antique my aunt insisted on — stood beside the staircase like a smug little judge.
I knocked it off its pedestal.
It shattered like glass bones on the tile, echoing around the grand hall.
I cursed under my breath. "Useless bastards," I spat. "How the hell do you lose a child? A child?"
Lilith would come for me. Not with fire and blood — no, that wasn't her style. She'd destroy me piece by piece, inch by inch. Reputation first. Empire next. Then she'd aim for my heart.
