Cole

I stand in the doorway of the bedroom. Dust hangs in the air, dancing around the absolutely mangled four poster bed and the underturned dresser. Splintered wood coats the floor. It’s a mess. A huge, dusty mess.

I first woke up what must’ve been hours ago–face down on the floor, alone. I’d stumbled out of the bedroom thinking something had happened–an attack, perhaps. Maybe Richard had made good on his threats to lash me with his powers again, this time, for good.

But three very concerned figures were holding court well into the night. Misty healed my back. The second I made my first appearance after her ministrations, she’d...