Erdem’s intense blues stared at us. He looked as if he wanted nothing more than to rip Anxo away from me, but he stayed rooted to his spot. The tension grew as Luna Sigrún entered the room. She tried her best to hide the fire of jealousy or perhaps anger that was crystal clear to me but failed miserably. I could physically feel the air around us grow heavy as Anxo whispered in my ear.
“I came to get you what is yours…” He paused and glanced at Sigrún.
“…and take back what is mine.”
I don’t know what I was expecting to hear, but what I heard was certainly not it. My eyes grew wide as my head snapped to him. He leaned against the sofa as Sigrún placed the drinks on the table. He casually took the mug and sipped the content as I tried to process the information. Take back what is his?
I abruptly stood up and grabbed his arm. “Let’s go.” I yanked him up on his feet as the hot content of his mug splashed on his abdomen and he jumped.
“Where?!” He asked as I yanked him outside.
