I stood at the shattered glass window, my arms crossed over my chest, gazing at the desolate landscape beyond. The remnants of broken glass crunched underfoot as Cillian stormed into the room, eyes blazing with frustration.

"How could you let her go?" Cillian's voice was a roar of disbelief, his anger filling the room.

I turned slowly, keeping my expression impassive. "Let her go? She didn't exactly ask for permission, Cillian. She threw me across the room and took off on her ...