Without further discussion, Ilkar moved swiftly. He maneuvered Eiravyne's body between his hands, effortlessly lifting her off the bed.
She gasped in surprise as he hoisted her over his shoulder, her small frame easily managed by his strength.
"Ilkar!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of shock and indignation.
At first, the suddenness of his actions left her too stunned to react.
She found herself hanging upside down, her view of the world now consisting of the back of his legs and the floor of the corridor.
Ilkar didn't respond immediately, his steps steady and purposeful as he carried her out of the room.
Her loose hair brushed against his back, and the flimsy fabric of her dress offered little protection against the cool air.
The sensation of his firm grip on her thighs sent a shiver through her.
