AVELORA
Khyrix’s eyes darkened, the gold in his iris shifting into a deep, stormy amber. He didn’t drop his arms from the shelves, keeping me effectively caged within his space. The silence stretched between us.
"You think a separate room is going to give you stability, Avelora?" he asked, his voice a low, a vibration that rattled something deep in my chest. "You think being away from me changes what we are?"
"It changes how much you get to control me," I shot back, though my own voice lacked the anger from a moment ago.
The exhaustion of the night was finally catching up to me, pulling at my limbs, making my scraped hands from the training room sting more than I cared to admit right now.
I looked at the unbuttoned shirt, then up at the stubborn line of his jaw.
Why was I angry?
