Vyan clutched his jaw where Iyana's fist had landed, a dark bruise already forming. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but he made no unnecessary movement with the cold dagger pressed against his throat.
"What have I done to deserve this... pleasure?" he managed to choke out, his voice strained but mocking.
"Stop pretending like you have no idea!" she snarled, pressing the blade a fraction closer. "You played me like a fool, blackmailed my father into selling off my brother, and—"
"Wait, I didn't blackmail him," he pointed out. "I offered a deal like any normal person would, and he accepted. Besides, I was merely helping your family out."
"That's even worse!" she shouted, her voice shaking with rage. "Especially when you are the one who got us into all of this! Do you know how humiliating it is to know that my family accepted help from you of all people?!"
