The double doors closed by itself as soon as Cirrus spun her around, his expression a cross between worry and confusion. His brows almost joined together. His forehead showed a heavy wrinkle. His mouth pressed firmly in place.
Aurora welcomed him with a good frown that equaled his own, but the intensity in her eyes won every facial expression he had as it exuded undeniable anger.
She was angry.
It wasn’t like her to throw tantrums. It wasn’t like her to imitate a childish prattle. It wasn’t even like her to yell at someone when angry, but for Cirrus, for him, it was an exception. Definitely an exception.
She needed to make her point known. She needed to make this God-damned demon understand how hopeless she felt right now.