Throwing the tray filled with food on the floor, Rohan looked at Rana with contempt and loathing. He loathed the fact that he couldn't kill her.
Exactly two months had passed since that incident, and he started to be in charge of Rana's well-being, having to force food down her throat; otherwise, she wouldn't eat.
"Your sister abandoned you," he reminded her for the nth time. An expression of profound disgust gleamed for a moment on young Rohan's refined face at the mention of Amera.
He was exceptionally handsome with a sharp jawline, above-average in height, slim, well-built, with beautiful silver eyes and silver hair.
Soon, he sank into deep thought, or more accurately, into a complete blankness of mind. A deep shadow of sorrow flashed in his eyes. "Just like my brother abandoned me for her," his voice was a mere mutter to himself as he left Rana behind in the cold room all alone.
