Aria’s/Lysara's POV

I pushed the door to Rhea's studio, and I stomped in. My hostile gaze descended on the paintings around. If I hadn't spotted their creator ahead, I might have been tempted to rip them to pieces.

I marched across the room for her. Her eyes brightened, a warm spark glowing in them as she raised her head to me. Despite the fury that was obvious in all my features, the light in her eyes refused to dim.

Not even when I grabbed her by the collar and shoved her against one of ...