SIGRID

“Please, just leave. Leave now.”

I leaned my back against the door and waited in silence, surrounded by the dim light of my room.

I felt awful for speaking to him like that. My hand went to my chest, bitterness coursing through my veins.

But he hadn’t left. He was still there, standing at the bottom of the stairs, just staring up—cold, unreadable.

His overwhelming, dark aura reached all the way to this door where I stood, hesitant, but it never crossed the threshold.

He was furious—I cou