CHAPTER 23

As Imara slammed the door shut behind her, Thorin sighed as he rolled his eyes then pushed himself up out of his chair and came to the foyer. “Unless you’re planning on paying for that glass out of your own pocket, young lady, I suggest you treat the door a little kinder.”

Imara threw herself down into a chair beside the hall table and panted heavily as she fought back her tears. “This is as much my house as it is yours. I’ll break out every window if I want to.”

Thorin...