Meanwhile…
Alis stormed into the west wing, her heels striking the marble like warning bells. The guards stationed outside Celeste's chamber moved to stop her—but one look at her face made them hesitate.
She didn't knock. She shoved the doors open with both hands.
"Come out and face me, witch!"
The servants startled at the intrusion, nearly dropping the linens and tea sets they were handling. Two of them quickly rushed to stand in front of Alis, arms outstretched in an attempt to bar her path.
"Princess Alis, please—this is inappropriate—"
"Move," Alis snapped, eyes blazing. "I'm not here to exchange pleasantries!"
"Lady Celeste is resting. If you could please wai—"
"I said move!" Alis shoved past them, one servant stumbling backward with a yelp as the other tried to block her again. But Alis wouldn't be stopped. The fire in her chest had burned too long, too hot.
