Well, when he said he'd lost his temper, he hadn't been lying. Broken glass littered the floor, desks and tables had been overturned and she distinctly saw claw marks on one of the legs. "Well, at least you didn't bring down the roof, hmm? Now, you stay here. I'll sweep up the worst of the glass. It's a wonder you didn't slice your feet to ribbons already." Not that she'd gotten a good look at them, but she was hoping that was the case.
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