She pressed the button again, harder this time, but the door remained stubbornly shut.
"What the—?"
She muttered, irritation building in her chest.
She tried again, her hand slamming into the panel with more force, but still, the door didn't budge.
Locked.
A flicker of something darker ignited inside her, and she felt her rage begin to bubble up.
How dare he lock her in here? How dare he take control of the ship without consulting her?
Mira's breathing quickened as the anger surged, hot and overwhelming, and for a moment, she considered tearing the door off its hinges.
She could rip through the metal like paper if she wanted to, and the thought of it was intoxicating.
Her fists clenched, her knuckles turning white.
It would be so easy.
She could feel the metal warping under her fingertips.
But she hesitated, the anger battling with logic.
