Eiravyne sensed that if she uttered another word, Christopher would see through her façade of courage.
She knew she had to appear firm, despite the churning fear and uncertainty within her.
Christopher, taken aback by her unexpected reaction, paused, clearly caught off guard by her silence.
For what felt like an eternity, Eiravyne simply stared back at him, silently willing him to back down.
Inside, she prayed fervently that he would leave without pressing further.
Her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths shallow and controlled, bracing herself for the worst.
Christopher's hand moved towards his sword, a gesture that sent a chill down Eiravyne's spine.
In that moment, her mind raced with memories of past traumas, fearing the worst outcome.
She steeled herself, knowing deep down that if Christopher intended to harm her, he could do so without resistance.
