Eva's confidence wavered in the face of Iclyn's overwhelming presence. She took a step back, her gaze averted, not wanting to escalate the situation any further.
Deep down, she knew she didn't want to be caught in the crossfire of whatever conflict lay between Iclyn and Xylon.
"Sorry," Eva murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to intrude. I'll... I'll just go."
With a quick glance back at Sylvan's unconscious form, Eva turned and hurried away, her heart heavy with uncertainty and apprehension.
Iclyn's eyes narrowed as she observed Eva's retreating figure, a sly smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
She took a deliberate step forward, blocking Eva's path with an air of superiority.
"Leaving so soon, dear?" Iclyn's voice dripped with feigned innocence, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, but not before knowing this …."
