Andor.
I strolled behind her as she went to her former room. Iris did not speak to me. She just threw a bag on the bed and began to pick pieces of jewelry from a small table that faced the window.
I kept quiet. I did not feel like arguing with her, and Iris did not like talking to me. The victory of finding her had become sour in my mouth, and she was being very ungrateful.
"Is this how you thank me for coming to save you?" I asked.
She shrugged. "I never asked you to come to save me, and you did that on your own accord."
My blood boiled, she was doing everything she could to make me miserable, and it worked perfectly.
"Are you that angry that I came to interrupt your honeymoon?" I asked. "Because if that was the case, I am sorry. I had no idea that you had moved on from your mate."
My words must have stung her because she turned and spat at me. "I hate you." She screamed.
