'If there's a way to make the ritual fail…' she thought bitterly, her fingers digging into her scalp, '…then I'll find it.'
She wanted the power. Yes, she desperately did. But more than that, she wanted Zyren to suffer. Even a flicker of pain would be enough. A moment where he regretted ever thinking he could toy with her life.
He had killed her father. Her brother. And now he claimed she was only alive because she was "useful."
No. He would regret it.
Frustrated and in no mood to remain inside the room that reeked of his presence, she grabbed a much thicker coat and threw it over her shoulders.
The air outside would be cold, but she needed it. She needed to breathe before she drowned in her own rage.
She stormed toward the door, ignoring the guards who greeted her quietly as she stepped out into the hallway. Her boots clicked sharply against the marble floor as she walked toward the garden.