Lunara stormed up the staircase without a word, her feet hitting each step with force. Her fury trailed behind her like a cloak, thick and heavy. Eryx followed a few steps behind, unhurried, assuming she just needed a moment.
He was wrong.
By the time he reached the top floor, the bedroom door had already slammed shut. The sharp click of the lock echoed down the hallway.
He stopped, staring at the door for a second. Then, knocked.
"Lunara?" His voice was calm. Too calm for what she felt.
Another knock. Still no answer.
He tried the handle. Locked.
A frown formed on his face. He knocked again, this time harder. "Lunara, open the door."
Still nothing.
Footsteps padded softly behind him. Naomi rounded the corner, carrying Mila in one arm and a smug expression in the other.
She leaned against the wall, bouncing the child slightly. "You shouldn't have done that," she said simply, eyes on him. "That's not how you trained her to depend on you."
