Darius' grip tightened around her arm as the room went deathly silent. He placed his pointing finger under Serena's nose, his shoulders relaxed slightly. She was breathing.
He exhaled and turned, his gaze landing on the Moonseeker, who had already crouched beside the shattered bowl on the stone floor. Darius' brows scrunched up and he swallowed hard to control himself.
"Do I not get any explanation for what happened?" he asked.
Unconsciously, he drew Serena closer against his chest, her head tucked under his chin like she belonged there.
The Moonseeker did not stop on account of his words. She continued to pick up the pieces of the broken ceramic.
"I would not like to repeat myself," Darius said in a low tone.
The priestess simply chuckled, glancing at him. "You act as though you do not care about her, yet here you are."
