Renee’s P.O.V

Pain sliced through my head like a honed knife and at that moment, I didn't know if the traumatic experiences that happened yesterday were the cause or if it was the eyes that shot lasers through my face.

Their curse words that came out in hushed whispers filled my ears.

I didn't even dare stare at them, as my eyes remained fixed on the heap of rubble that was scattered across the tiled floor in the workshop.

Someone had broken everyone’s sculptures and right now, everyone suspected me. 

The hell.

Who could have done this? I was sure that it was those damned Rogues that had destabilized me...