Eiravyne was petrified. Urag's presence exuded an unsettling unpredictability, his movements erratic and primal, like an untamed animal or a capricious child.
Every instinct told her to tread carefully, to avoid provoking him, but this man was unlike anyone she had ever encountered.
His unpredictability made Karl's previous actions clear—if this was his brother, no wonder he had been so teasing and easy to talk to.
She had always walked on eggshells, trying to avoid punishment, but Urag seemed to thrive on pushing her boundaries.
His eyes glinted with a knowledge she couldn't grasp, and his demeanor suggested he was aware of something she wasn't.
He leaned even closer, his breath hot against her skin, and whispered, "I told him... I fucking told that bastard of yours that your memories are essential for your survival, but he was a fucking lunatic back then."
