Olivia’s POV
The shattered remains of a crystal vase crunched beneath my feet as I walked through the Pearl Room, my hands trembling and my chest heaving. The once-pristine sanctuary now lay in ruins, a reflection of the chaos inside my mind. I wanted to keep screaming, keep ripping and smashing, but there was nothing left in here to destroy.
The drapes hung in limp ribbons, the mattress and pillows reduced to tatters, the bathroom mirror shattered. I’d swung a chair against the walls until the wood splintered and cracked, and used the legs to batter every piece of furniture until they did the same. I’d thrown anything not nailed down, ripped the chair rail off the walls, and broke the porcelain sinks.
But there was still so much rage.
I was out of breakables, out of physical energy
