Urag didn't wait . He didn't offer any more comfort, and he didn't wait for her to defend herself .
Instead, the hard lines of his face settled into an impassable mask.
With a low, frustrated breath, he stepped back, dropping his arm from her waist entirely.
Without another word, Urag turned on his heel and walked away down the corridor, his heavy, measured footsteps fading into the cold stone silence until he disappeared into the shadows.
Eiravyne didn't call out to him. She didn't reach for him, and she didn't try to stop him.
Her arms fell limply to her sides as she remained standing right where he had left her.
Urag was still seething. He had only emerged to handle Theodore's outburst, after her defense of Ilkar, she had effectively severed whatever fragile patience he had left.
Instead of turning toward her chambers, her feet carried her out toward the quiet expanse of the estate's inner courtyard, straight to the hidden garden Urag had built specifically for her.
