As Delyth read the subsequent online comments and discussions, her jaws tightened. Her fingers clenched tight around the sleek figure, and if she held the strength to shatter the phone, she would have done that already.
"Arwen, how could you stoop so low to escape?" She gritted her teeth, ready to throw the phone away when the door of her room was rudely pushed open. She was ready to lash out at whoever it was, but her expression shifted when she saw Ryan standing there.
"R-Ryan," she called, sounding a little perplexed. She had been waiting for him to come all day, but now, suddenly she wished it would have been better if he hadn't shown up now. "You have come. I-I was just checking the thing online."
Ryan stared at Delyth as if he was betrayed by her. When Delyth read his expression like that, a feeling of unease settled in. "What's wrong, Ryan? Is everything fine?"
"Delyth, you tell me. Did you lie to me?"
