"So what if I was?" Soleia retorted, crossing her arms. "What are you going to do about it?"
Orion's eyebrow twitched and he grabbed her arm. He ended up touching her bare skin since the thornhound had so helpfully ripped through her dress. A strange look crossed his face as he stared at her; Soleia returned his gaze with a determined tilt of her chin before she wrenched his arm away.
Unfortunately, such an action exposed more of her skin to his gaze. The outer layer of the dress was hanging for dear life. Soleia could only thank her lucky stars that the thornhounds hadn't ripped through most of the inner lining of the body of her dress.
If not, she would be standing in front of Orion in nothing.
Her pride wouldn't be able to suffer such a blow!
"What happened to your clothes?" Orion's tone changed. His eyes narrowed in on the pale skin, exposed to the harsh wind.
