Belladonna had been lucky to meet the study empty but that hadn't been for long.
Right after she settled into her seat to focus on the letters of complaints to get something done before Eli would come, she heard a click in the keyhole and Eli walked into the room.
He stormed in, closing the door firmly behind him and shutting it.
Then he settled in his seat and tossed his mask on the table.
Belladonna looked up from the scroll, there was a deep, long, scratch on the mask, cutting through the iron like it was made by a low, sharp claw.
She froze in her seat when she saw that blood that stained his shirt, there were small patches of it around his chest and on his sleeves.
"By Ignas, what happened?!" The words had slipped through her lips when she could finally move them.
"That dragon." He gritted, pushing back in his seat. "Losing its mind."
She stood up from her seat and went to him.
