The Interrupted Birthday

Elowen

I raised my fist, my knuckles inches from the heavy oak door of his bedroom, ready to pound the wood until my hands bled. My chest heaved with a messy cocktail of hurt and defiance. But before my knuckles could even make contact, his deep, velvety voice slid straight into my mind, sending a traitorous shiver down my spine.

*Come in, the door is open.*

I gripped the brass handle, twisting