Syna could hear her friend's voice clearly through the closed door, she was deeply immersed into the thoughts of her beloved man.
Sinclair quickly occupied her mind with his thoughts and the time they both spent together, the moments which were sweet and romantic earlier became a nightmarish memory for her.
Syna buried her head inside the knees, the bride was not in the position to understand anything but somehow Hestia's words were casting some effect on her.
"He hurt you okay, you know HURT YOU. You simply cannot forgive him, open the door and take your ass out immediately. We have to confront and take revenge on that bastard!"
Again she raised her voice intending to boost Syna's flickering hatred by turning it into a raging anger, as she forced her to recall what misery she had just experienced.
Was she breaking them apart?
Definitely not.
