FREYA

As the guards begin to lift Jet from the ground, Claire leads me back inside giving me enough time to compose myself. My room was unrecognizable when we walked into it a few minutes later, the curtains had been ripped apart, and even the fancy net curtains wrapped around my bed in a princess style were missing, all the flower vases were broken and other decorations were missing from the door.

I stared at my now broken dressing mirror, the table had been flipped upside. "Wow!" I ...