Xylon reached out and gently clasped Eva's shoulders, his touch a subtle yet firm reassurance .
His fingers, warm against her skin, imparted a sense of grounding.
"Eva," he murmured, his voice still cold, "I don't need a weak person next to me …you are a fucking mess,"
"I'm sorry," she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper in the charged atmosphere that enveloped them. "I-I am sorry Xylon,I am so sorry that I am so weak, I never meant to be a burden, to drag you down with me."
Xylon's features contorted with a ruthless intensity.
"You're not just useless," he spat, the words laced with an unforgiving venom that seared her to the core.
