Chapter 4

Instantly, I rushed over at the sound.

My contest piece—already shaped and just waiting for the kiln—was now shattered all over the floor.

Lucas made a face at me while Lena was frantically checking if he was hurt.

That piece was my baby—I'd poured a whole month of blood, sweat, and tears into it, from the first sketch to the final shape.

I rushed over and grabbed Lena's arm, my voice trembling. "Did you tell him to do this? Do you even know how important this was to me?"

Lena's eyes immediately filled with tears as she looked at Edward,…