Breorion closed the distance, also inserting himself right by Theora, his eyes burning a hole in Antonis' hand. But Theora's brother probably hadn't even realized what Breorion was misinterpreting because he glared at him, his hands still on her face and hair.
"Were you aware of this?" he asked furiously.
"Get your hands off her- What in god's name happened to your face?!"
"Oh great, now there's two of you," Theora groaned, rolling her eyes.
She pushed her brother's hands away and took a step back, watching as both men had the same furious and horrified stares riveted on her scar. It did nothing for her ego, and she turned red, looking away from them.
"I'm fine," she hissed. "I know it looks... awful, but it's fine. I'm fine."
"You are not fine at all, and I want the name of whoever
