Zephyr

I didn't say a fucking word.

I just turned around on my heel and started walking straight toward Elowen's bedroom door down the hallway.

My jaw was locked so tight I thought my teeth might shatter, and my mind was entirely made up. I was locked out of my room, I was covered in sweat and grease from the hockey house, and I was not going to sleep on the goddamn couch like some punished golden retriever.

"Hey! Stop right there! Zephyr!"

Panicked, bare footsteps slapped furiously against the polished hardwood behind me. I didn't even have to turn around to know she was sprinting. The rapid thud-thud-thud was...