Lumina's breath caught the moment she saw his face sweat-slicked, bloodied from the fight, eyes dark with a storm of emotions that mirrored her own. She smacked his outstretched hands away, the sharp slap echoing in the dim hut. Her heart raced, a wild mix of fury and longing she refused to name. She stood up quickly, cloak swirling around her, intent on fleeing this complication, this man who had shattered her trust.
But Ashen was faster. His hand shot out, fingers closing around her wrist in a firm grip that sent sparks up her arm. "What are you doing here? How did you even…"
She yanked her arm free, even as excitement fluttered traitorously in her chest. He had come for her never disappointed her when it mattered most but the memory of him with Breilla burned too hot. "Lumina!" he yelled, anger flaring in his voice.
"Why are you here? Do you know something would have happened to you if I was not fast enough? How do you think that would make me feel, knowing you got hurt?"
