"Alex," Eleyn's voice sliced through the air like a scythe, carrying the unmistakable tone of a mother who's just learned her kid has used her best kitchenware for a science experiment. But this wasn't just angry— it was dragon mom angry. Her voice remained cold, but her expression looked like a boiling cauldron that was one insult away from overflowing. "You knew exactly why Judge was on house arrest."
They were in Alex's room, though "shared" was a bit of a stretch. When Alex wasn't around, Eleyn promptly relocated herself and her wrath to her own quarters, for the sake of, well, everyone's safety. Judge, meanwhile, had been unceremoniously escorted back to his room, barely dodging an extension on his "vacation from fun."
