When Eva encountered Akuna the following day, her frustration bubbled to the surface like a tempestuous storm.
Xylon's fixation on her departure lingered heavily in her mind, haunting every waking moment.
The morning had begun abruptly, as he woke her with an air of indifference, only to declare his decision that she should return to Havag.
Her discontent grew as she pondered his apparent disregard for her safety, especially concerning the looming threats from Ferid Juccon and the council.
A wave of disappointment crashed over her, wishing that he cared enough to consider the dangers that awaited her.
But Xylon remained unmoved, seemingly indifferent to the perils that lurked in the shadows.
The weight of his decision and the secret command he had imprinted on her soul left an indelible mark on their interactions. Eva found herself unable to meet his gaze, the air thick with unspoken tension.
