"Eira... you had to burn everything to the ground just like your fucking family did!" Ilkar's voice thundered .
When he finally spoke to her with that rumbling tone, they had stopped in front of a large, ornate door that gleamed like gold in the dim light.
His grip on her arm was unyielding as he opened the door and forced her inside.
Eiravyne shivered... this place was his room, the one place she should never be in.
He pushed her further inside, his eyes blazing with fury.
Eiravyne's knees trembled, and she felt a wave of dread wash over her.
She could hardly breathe, the fear gripping her chest as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of his relentless wrath.
Ilkar's grip remained tight as he shoved her toward the center of the room.
Eiravyne stumbled, barely managing to stay on her feet, her eyes darting around in panic.
