Will turned down the next hallway, verifying it was empty before he grabbed a vase off a table, slamming it against the floor as he cursed to himself. "Idiot! What the hell?!" He growled. What was he thinking? What was she thinking?! "You," he barked, pointing at the maid who had appeared at the loud crash. "Clean this up before I have your job for it!" He snapped his fingers twice and pointed at the vase. "Hurry up." The girl rushed to grab a broom and pan, trembling as she hurriedly swept it up. "Buy a replacement while you're at it," he said, dropping a pouch of gold on the table the vase had sat on before stalking off down the hallway, still seething with anger.

Amelia slunk deeper into the library, tears slipping over her cheeks. He had...he had called her stupid. Had questioned her smarts. Her one true friend, and...he hadn't been one at all. Amelia tripped over her skirts, falling against the hard stone floor as the journal slipped from her grasp and slid a few feet away. She lay there, her head against the cool stones as she cried, hiding her face in her arms.


(I really liked that Dillon)