Elowen

In the next minute, I heard a sudden, violent crash of wood splintering against marble shattered the ballroom's refined atmosphere.

A heavy, gilded chair tilted violently sideways, slamming into the edge of a table as Zephyr hit it with his arm. The sharp, resounding CLACK echoed high above the hum of the string quartet and the polite chatter of the crowd.

Instantly, the music died. Heads turned in unison. Everyone froze mid-sip, their eyes locking onto the tall, dark-suited figure vibrating with raw rage at the side of the hall.

Zephyr stood there, his chest heaving under his tailored jacket, staring down at his mother with a glare so...