It was a wonder that her teeth didn't chip and crack from tight lock of her jaw in how tightly her teeth were clenched. The glittery collar had long since fallen from her fingertips to bounce silently on the carpeted floor, leaving them to clench tightly into her palms instead as she tried to reign in some semblance of control. Her temper, which was legendarily short to begin with, was even easier to trigger these days unless the perpetrator was a God of Divorce who could do no wrong. The blind rage threatened to burn everything around her to ash, which sounded like a pretty good deal so long as it started with the bed that had seen so many pleasurable exploits and long nights (and days) of linens twisted around sweaty naked limbs every chance they could manage.
"It doesn't count when I was hardly making any effort to hide. Since you were so adept at finding your way in, you need to now find your way out. You are not welcome in our home."
Or in their bed, something she again mourned for a brief moment before cursing internally that her cell phone had been left out on the kitchen counter. At least she could make a few calls and hopefully have the thing replaced long before Desmond arrived home. As for her traitorous dog, payback would come with a round of vaccinations and an especially deep clean day at the puppy salon she had been frequenting.