"And what are you doing here?" Iyana asked, her tone sharp as Easton approached, folding his arms across his chest.
"I searched your tent for you and found it empty," Easton retorted, his eyes ablaze with intensity. "So, care to enlighten me on what you are doing here?"
Iyana hesitated for a moment before revealing the brown pack in her hand. "I had something to deliver to Vyan."
"Vyan?" Easton scoffed, his disbelief evident. "You are on a first-name basis with the Grand Duke now?"
"Indeed," she replied without flinching. "And?" She was not afraid to admit the truth. It wasn't like she was doing anything wrong here. Anybody could do this for a friend as well.
"You call him by his name without hesitation, yet you won't extend the same courtesy to me," Easton's voice softened, hurt flickering in his eyes.
"It's not the same," Iyana replied coldly. "Vyan and I shared a bond before I lost my memories—"
