Deremiah struggled against the vines, grunting as he moved his shoulders up and down, his muscles tensing in an attempt to himself pull free.
He was unsuccessful though as it became clearer that the vines only held firm, tightening with every attempt he made.
Frustrated, his name clenched and he let out a sharp exhale.
"The more you struggle, the tighter they become," Elora said, voice cold.
Deremiah exhaled again, frustrated but stilling himself. His eyes flicked to her, seeing that she was indeed not joking around. Her eyes showed anger and discomfort, perhaps in herself.
She must have berated her own intuition for not sniffing out his lies earlier.
She regarded him with a cold scan of his face before speaking. "Is Deremiah even your real name?"
"Yes," he answered impatiently. "Yes, it is."
She didn't react immediately. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, still studying him. "Your surname?"
