Relanie's lips pursed tightly, processing the cruelty hidden behind those words he had just spoken simply. Then slowly, she loosened her fingers and withdrew her hand from his wrist.
The moment she let go, Adrian reached into his pocket.
Her brows furrowed as she watched him calmly pull out a handkerchief. Without a word, he lowered his gaze and wiped the exact spot where she had just touched him as if he were removing something unpleasant.
The color drained from Relanie's face. Her fingers trembled uncontrollably at her sides.
She had spent years knowing this man. Yet somehow, watching that simple action hurt more than all the cold words he had spoken to her tonight. Because only a few minutes ago, she had watched him pull Elara closer without hesitation. She had watched him hold her hand and touch her.
Yet now he was wiping away the place where she had merely grabbed his wrist. The difference was so obvious that it felt unbearable for her.
