Once the spoon hit the floor, Iyana's heart went into overdrive, hammering against her ribcage like a war drum calling soldiers to battle.
She didn't dare look up at Vyan, her thoughts spiraling into a chaotic mess. Stupid, stupid, stupid! You weren't supposed to reveal it! Now he will think you are a total idiot—
Her mental self-flagellation came to an abrupt halt when she heard the screech of a chair. She glanced up just enough to see Vyan standing and moving toward her.
Is he coming for a fight? Does he want me dead now?
Her hand instinctively reached for her bracelet on her other wrist—the one that doubled as a magical storage unit for her sword and shield.
If he tries anything, I will not back down—
She was fully braced for a showdown, expecting him to conjure spells or some fiery incantation. Instead, his hands reached down.
Huh?
Vyan crouched and picked up the spoon she had dropped.
