A tornado would have done less damage then a grieving Wicked.He appeared in the kitchen where Wicked had effectively destroyed every dish and every glass she and Pietro owned. It was nothing compared the five shots she laid into the TV in the living room.
She was sitting on the floor, using one of the pots as an ash-tray and drinking Jim Beam from the bottle, when she heard him. She looked up at him stoned faced but pale. She looked like she was going to be sick,whether it was because of seeing him like that or because she'd gone through half the bottle already remained to be determined.She shook her head.