I ducked my head as Mabel and I stepped down through the large window into my sister's office, partially to avoid looking into Meira's eyes a few moments longer. To shut out the shock and then rage roaring from her, hitting my shields like a blow.
Meira might have been my younger sister but we were both adults now. I still thought of her as my little Meems, couldn't help it. Except for moments like these when she stepped fully into her role as Ruler and let loose all the power of Demonicon to show her displeasure.
Swearing I could handle. Flaming amber power crashing into my shields, no problem. But the hurt under her rage? The accusation, the guilt she harbored for who knew what reason coloring her outburst of fury?
That I would have taken from her if I could.