Ilaria did not even tried to argue. She went straight inside the chamber and towards his room.
The door shut with a solid click, the sound echoing in the quiet chamber. Ilaria stood in the middle of the room where she had been sleeping peacefully hours ago, bare feet pressed to the floor, nightgown slipping softly around her ankles, hair half-fallen, arms pressed to her sides.
She could feel every heartbeat and every intake of breath, yet she dared not move.
"Husband is mad…" she muttered dramatically to herself while clutching her chest. Not like it would be the first time, but still…
The opening of the door jolted her.
Levan entered without a word while watching her. His expression was calm, almost frightening in its stillness, but the tension in his shoulders, the set of his jaw, and the steady, piercing focus of his golden eyes told her everything she needed to know: he was not pleased.
Of course, he wouldn't be…
