What Evianne told Zamond, naturally, was an exaggerated version of the "fact".
Having finished speaking, she showed Zamond her wrist which she had been obscuring all along.
Zamond rested her wrist which still bore red marks on his hands to look at it carefully. Unsurprisingly, anger flickered in his eyes.
Evianne, feeling slightly relieved, puckered her lips and said in an injured voice, "It hurts like hell."
He glanced at her and said blandly, "That's the price for being an interfering busybody."
"I wasn't being an interfering busybody." Evianne knitted her brows and corrected him with righteous indignation, "I was being a gallant citizen."
Zamond gave a teasing smile and put her hand down. "It's stupid and reckless for a man to try to be gallant when he can't ensure his own safety.
