ZINA
Zina froze in his arms, whilst her fingers were resting just below his pecs. Her eyes widened while Daemon's eyes shined with something like understanding in them. Perhaps a recognition of her crimes; although Zina was confused as to what crime she could have possibly committed.
And yet, more than the guilt that gnawed at her insides was the confounding realization that something had horribly gone wrong. The safe space she made for herself had shattered, and now, she was fragile and bleeding before the one man that she never wanted to show an ounce of weakness for.
"What do you mean about Beta WolfKnight?" Zina chuckled as if that would diminish the sudden seriousness that engulfed the room.
In the face of acting like everything was fine and the world wasn't about to crumble, whatever easiness that once hovered in Daemon's eyes were nowhere to be found anymore. In place of it was… rage. Controlled, raw, undiluted, and honestly, scary.
