Ilona's lips parted as she stared at Mason in disbelief. He inhaled deeply through his nose, but his serious expression didn't waver.
A cool breeze swept up through the tunnel and over them, ruffling the handsome man's golden waves and making Ilona shiver.
She waited and watched him, hoping he might change his mind and tell her this was some kind of joke or misunderstanding.
But those words never came.
At last, without saying a thing, she turned on her heel and marched away from him, not looking back.
Ilona went to the pallet she had slept on and snatched up her sack from beside it. She began sorting through, pulling out what she didn't need, and all but slapping it onto her blankets. Her anger was burning like a hot coal in her belly.
It went well with the knife of hurt sunk into her heart.
