Roblan's silence was answer enough.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Jolthar groaned, dropping his head to the table with a thunk. "You did. You absolutely did. And let me guess – it didn't end there, did it?"
"Raayani said she'd taken a liking to me," Roblan continued, having the grace to look at least somewhat ashamed. "She wanted... she wanted to keep me for herself."
Jolthar lifted his head just enough to fix Roblan with an incredulous stare. "So let me make sure I understand this correctly," he said, ticking points off on his fingers.
"You started a romance with the daughter of one of the most dangerous organisations in the world. You stayed in their house, enjoying their hospitality. Then you slept with the mother – the actual leader of said organisation. And now you're surprised that the daughter you betrayed wants you dead?"
"When you put it that way..."
