At that moment, Eiravyne stood on shaky legs, her eyes locked onto Ilkar's. "L-let's cut this... you b-brought me here... to your b-bed... yet you don't t-trust me!" Her voice was a mix of confusion and hurt. "H-How... how is this even possible?"
She walked toward him, her steps uncertain but determined. Ilkar's body was tense with anger, his hands still trembling.
Eiravyne, despite her fear, was equally filled with a newfound anger at his treatment of her.
This was far from what she had expected when he summoned her to his room for the night.
She stopped inches away from him, her gaze meeting his fierce golden eyes.
"Y-you can't act like this... you c-can't treat me good only to..." Her voice broke, but she forced herself to continue, "...only to turn around and be so cruel."
