Roisin
I yanked my arm out of Visaris' grasp, glaring up at him, my heart still racing from the heat of our argument. “What do you want, Visaris?” My voice was sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. After everything, after the way he had spoken to me, I couldn’t take any more of his dismissive attitude.
Visaris' expression softened, a flicker of regret crossing his face. “I… I’m sorry, Roisin,” he began, his voice low. “For the way I spoke to you just now. For all of it.”
His words caught me off guard, and I blinked at him, unsure how to respond. Visaris rarely apologized, and when he did, it was never this vulnerable. I remained silent, waiting for him to continue.
“I know I’ve been... harsh,” he admitted, looking away for a moment before his gaze locked back onto mine. “But you
