The next day came too soon—not that I'd slept at all the night before.
Scarlette was already out there, training Lumera. They'd been at it for hours now. I knew this because the blasts hadn't stopped.
Funny thing—Scarlette wasn't exactly a morning person, but for chaos? For sheer, unhinged destruction? Oh, she'd happily wake up for that. Someone probably enjoys being a demented mentor a little too much, but heck, I still love her for it.
They'd probably destroyed half the palace by now, judging from the sounds of it.
But I was mentally prepared. Considering the impending catastrophe we were about to walk into, this might actually be minor.
I wasn't going to watch though. Better to freak out once than scream internally every time something exploded.
Fine. Let them redecorate the palace in the name of what Scarlette calls training.
At least I still had Juniper—the little kitsune who sat faithfully by my window sill, waiting for me to wake.
