#Chapter 142: The Only Cure For Mate-Sickness

Tristan leads me to the door of Caleb’s chambers, where even the guards seem nervous. From within, I hear the sounds of porcelain being shattered, of tables and chairs being thrown, and Caleb’s loud voice, booming from within. “I need answers, doctor! Solutions! Not more of your useless doctor-speak!” The guards, seeing me, step aside at once to let me enter. Tristan gestures for me to do so. With his feet firmly planted, he’s making it clear he has no intention of joining me inside. I take a moment to gather myself with a deep inhale and exhale. Then, not sure what to expect, I step inside the chambers. Immediately, I am greeted with destruction and chaos. Much of Caleb’s furniture has been upturned. One of his chairs has gone through the window and sits on the balcony outside. Hanging pictures have fallen off the walls, their glass shattered, scattered across the floor. Even with shoes, I step carefully to avoid the larger pieces. Caleb is near the bed, pacing from it t