Shame crept up her neck burning hot. She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came.
“You forget yourself quickly, consort,” he said evenly, staring down at her, eyes darkening with coldness seeping out. “And yet you stare at me as though you’ve never seen a man before. Do not forget what you are.”
Regaleon turned away, his expression changing to disgust as he stepped away from her as though he hadn’t just suffocated her with his overbearing scent and presence, as though he hadn’t just undressed her with his piercing dark eyes.
“Follow me.”
Lillia’s nails dug into skin.
Breathe. Fenris whispered. He doesn’t define us, nor does he affect our goal. He’s just an unfortunate constant.
Lillia exhaled quietly. With Fenris' support, she quickly regained composure and followed Regaleon
