Ilkar released her chin, shoving her back into her seat. He stood up, looming over her like a dark, menacing shadow.
His knee pressed between her thighs, pinning her in place, while his hands gripped the sides of the seat, caging her in.
Ilkar's eyes narrowed with a mix of fury and derision. "You thought that saying you're mine would make me act like a fucking puppy at your knees," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt.
He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. "You thought I'd bark and wag my tail in happiness after hearing your pitiful words, didn't you? Do you think I lack affection or praise, Eiravyne? Do you think I'm that desperate for your approval?"
He scoffed, shaking his head as if in disbelief at her audacity. "Do you honestly believe that I'm so pathetic and hopeless that a few hollow declarations of loyalty would sway me? Just because you suddenly decided to play the devoted wife?"
