Riona showed up at Florian's room, plopped herself down, and waited. And waited. And waited. She kept hoping her brother would eventually stop being dramatic and open the door, but surprise, surprise—he didn't.
Meanwhile, Florian had barricaded himself inside, grappling with the increasingly loud chaos in his own head.
He had overestimated his ability to be a functional vampire with a dark demonic entity inside his brain.
Honestly, he was beginning to regret ever cracking that door open in the first place.
Riona knocked on the door, at first gently. Then, because she assumed maybe he wasn't blessed with werewolves' outstanding hearing, she started calling louder. And louder.
Yet, predictably, nothing.
He couldn't hear Riona calling for him because, apparently, the voice in his head had cranked up the volume to chaotic war noise levels. No outside voices allowed.
