The door slammed behind William, anger fueling his powers into a destructive state. He flipped the light switch, frowning as he stared down at the chaos of books and papers.
He didn’t know which was worse—the fact that he was making zero progress with the research or the fact that Annabel was avoiding him like the plague. After healing her and taking her to the hospital wing, she consistently avoided him with the help of her friends. Even the wards of her room had become more complicated as if expecting him to try to break through them.
William kicked the sofa angrily, welcoming the pain that spread through his leg. He was just about to curse his stupidity when a voice startled him, revealing that he was not alone in his quarters.
“What did the poor sofa do this time?”
He jerked toward
