Despite putting his claws and fangs away, Aster still had a lingering cloud of anger floating around him as he carried himself away from the King’s chambers. It buzzed around his head like angry wasps, welled in his eyes, and twisted his insides into knots. His hands, folded tightly in front of him, gripped each other to keep him from lashing out at anyone who passed. He made no eye contact, but he felt their eyes on him. Whether they were curious about the stinging bruise on his cheek, or ...