She walked to his desk and looked down at the empty vial sitting atop it. He couldn’t feel the pain of the steel, not while he was drugged on dangerous potions. He was destroying himself even more than she was. It made her more angry than she ever felt for herself. His life had been filled with so much more pain than her own, but she had been the weak one. She refused to be weak anymore. Furious, she smashed her hand down on the empty vial, shattering the glass under her bare palm. “Rua!” Renwick barked, darting to her.
