"I just lost my child!" I burst out the moment Ravić closed the bedroom door behind him. The sun had climbed high. It was noon by the time the meeting had ended.
I was out of tears to cry. And I wasn't looking forward to rock on the floor and cry some more. So I paced the room until my legs ached instead, the floor a constant metronome to the chaos inside my skull. Fuck.
The room was already absurdly clean. Pristine, like the nights that had just happened were simply someone else's nightmare. Which made it worse. Unreal.
"How can they expect me to have to stand before the Court tomorrow?" I demanded, feet dragging across the rug. "How can anyone pretend everything's fine when we've lost a child? What kind of world does that?"
And here I thought the humans were cruel.
My voice broke and I laughed. Half-hysterical, half-broken.
"How am I supposed to face the Trials so soon after this? Without Rayna to help?"
