"Liar."
Alyssane could not speak.
Her face was pale, and she hated how easily a single word left her feeling so vulnerable and strange.
She stared at Kazmun without a word, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. It felt as if he could see through all her thoughts, and Alyssane hated that feeling.
Kazmun's gaze lowered to the bruise near her lips, "You seem to have a taste for rough things," he murmured, voice taunting. "Always putting yourself close to danger."
'Why do you care?' Alyssane silently wondered, averting her gaze.
His thumb pressed against the bruise near her lips, wiping away a drop of blood. "And yet, you somehow manage to survive." He sounded disappointed, almost, and then he added in a low, dark voice.
"We'll continue this discussion once you're healed."
Alyssane curled her fingers into a fist.
