Warning: sensual content in the following chapters, proceed with caution ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).
Elara stood frozen, her breath hitching in her throat as she stared at the man before her. Garran's face twisted in fury, his expression darkening so violently it felt as if a storm had exploded inside him within mere seconds.
Just when her heart had dared to feel a flicker of warmth, relief, even at the rare kindness liora had shown earlier, the cruel truth was slammed into her face once again.
And ruthlessly so.
From the doorway, Liora's eyes widened in shock. She hadn't moved when Garran barked his orders, her hesitation born of both fear and disbelief.
Yet her defiance or perhaps her frozen uncertainty only seemed to ignite his rage further. The thought that he could still be shackled by the ghostly shadow of Queen Liliath made his fury burn hotter, as though he needed to remind himself of who he was.
