Egon dismounted Xavier.
"Get down. We're going to talk,"
Her gaze turned icy as she looked down at him. They had countless matters to address, yet the sight of another woman embracing the man she loved while he hadn't spared her a single moment in the past seven days wounded her deeply.
"What exactly do you want to talk about, Egon?"
He maintained his gaze on her. "Step down," he repeated.
She scowled, her expression hardening. "I won't engage in conversation simply because you desire it. Both of us must be willing to participate. And at this moment, I have no intention of talking to you."
His arms folded firmly across his broad chest. "You won't be leaving until we have a conversation,"
Examining his earnest gaze, she discerned the sincerity behind his words. It became clear that he wouldn't let her leave without talking to her.
