Mordeu was speechless. He stared between the twins; he stared at the anger brimming from Cillian and the stubbornness Ayra held in her eyes. She had only confessed to what deal Cillian made with the Lords because she feared what would become of her brother. And this was what Mordeu saw: the love she had for Cillian.
"I told you to stop," Cillian said coldly, glaring at Ayra. He had taken on a new expression, one Mordeu had never seen before and Ayra had rarely seen.
However, not being accustomed to it did not make her scared. Though he was palpably angry, she was certain that he would never lift his hand to hit her. So she glared back at him, separated by a fire, their rage blossomed and their anger intensified.
"Why would I keep it a secret from him? Did you not hear what he went through? Isn't trauma the one thing that pushes a man over the edge? If he has you to hang on to, he wouldn't lose himself!" she argued.
