“Isn't Varaden enough for you?”
Still rethinking her entire conversation with Ilyan, it took Isadore a few seconds to realize that Rhys was furious with her.
"Let me go." ordered she, irritated in turn, trying to escape his grip, but he had taken her arm in an iron grip and didn't allow her to free herself. “Rhys..”
"Move." orderer he, dragging her after him, without giving Isadore the opportunity to get away.
"You're hurting me." she lied, but Rhys just loosened his grip without letting go. "There's no need to push me and I want to go for a walk!" Isadore demanded, stumbling.
"My patience has been reaching its limit for a while now Isadore, make sure you move." replied Rhys, rather stiffly.
"How dare you…" gasped she, still furious at how he had treated her earlier in the afternoon,
