Elara could not believe what she had just heard. For a moment, her mind went utterly blank, her ears ringing with the weight of his shameless words.
Before she could even stop herself, her body moved on pure instinct, her trembling hand tore free from his slackened grip and swung across his face with all the strength she could muster.
The sound of the slap cracked through the quiet woods like thunder.
Her palm stung, but it was nothing compared to the fire blazing inside her chest. Elara's entire body quivered with rage, her breath coming in short, furious bursts.
After everything he had put her through, the betrayal, the humiliation, the torment when he should have been her safe place, her partner in life, now he dared to stoop so low as to ask her to be his mistress?
Her tears blurred her vision, hot trails spilling down her cheeks as she glared up at him. Her lips trembled, but her voice came out hoarse and raw, heavy with fury.
