A loud band echoed through then room. Again... Again... And again.
"I have never seen her like that." Lazira growled low in her throat, punching at the wall of her room.
Lazira's fist slammed into the wall again and again, each blow leaving deep craters that sealed themselves almost instantly under the room's restoration spell.
"SHE... SAID... SHE... IS... IN... LOVE..." She growled, voice filled with rage, "BUT... WHAT ABOUT MY LOVE?"
She struck harder, shoulders quivering, each punch shaking through her entire body. Her boobs bounched with each punch.
The door clicked open, "Shut up. You're disturbing everyone's sleep."
The leader said, his tone low, firm, effortlessly authoritative.
Lazira's head snapped toward him, eyes glowing with barely contained rage. Then, with a feral growl, she lunged.
He didn't flinch. His hand shot out, catching her wrist mid-swing. He hadn't even opened his eyes.
"Let me go!" Lazira shouted, clawing at his grip with her free hand.
