I shoved my chair back so hard it screeched against the floor, and before I even realized what I was doing, I was out of my room and into the mansion's wide hallway.
My footsteps echoed sharp and fast, like I was trying to stomp the floorboards into submission, and right around the corner; Anshur was there, her expression unreadable when I snapped at her without breaking stride.
"Where's Eirlys?" My voice came out harsher than I meant, more of a demand than a question. She tilted her head slightly, unbothered, and gestured toward the balcony at the end of the hall.
I didn't even thank her. I was already moving, heat in my chest, a lump forming in my throat that I refused to acknowledge.
And there she was, Eirlys Sonder, the ever-unshaken, poised older sister, lounging on the balcony like she was posing for a painting.
