Red.
I was seeing red.
It was the only way for me to describe the extent of my anger. I couldn’t believe that Anoa had been so closed-minded, that she wasn’t willing to acknowledge what good it would do us if we managed to get some time away from the eyes of Southern Atlantis, away from her father and the council, and the entire situation with Cire. We weren’t required to be present, for it was a something that was not our business.
I barely even realised where I was going until I was walking down the steps in front of the palace, making my way in the direction of the stables. Even though it hadn’t been a conscious decision, I couldn’t help but acknowledge the pros of going of a ride would have. It would give me time to blow off some steam, to wrap my head around everything that was
