Elowen

I didn't think. I simply vibrated with a brand-new, terrifying frequency of pure, unadulterated rage.

One second I was standing by the coat rack processing the sound of giggles echoing through the apartment. The next, my feet were moving on autopilot, tracking a scent trail of heavy, cloying designer perfume straight down the short hallway down to my room.

I slammed my palm against the wood, throwing the door open so hard the doorknob punched a clean indentation into the drywall behind it.

"What the actual hell do you think you're doing?!"

The words died in the quiet air. Total, agonizing silence fell over the space.

And then my...