Sylvara didn't respond right away. She simply looked at Robert, whose face was flushed with fury, his hands clenched into white-knuckled fists. The other clan members shifted uncomfortably, some glancing away, while others seemingly agreed with him.
Robert sneered. "Heh. Why are you even standing here still? He didn't take you with him? You should have maybe opened your legs wider for him! If you had done that, he wouldn't have left you here. Or who knows, ploughing into you was probably like ploughing into a corpse, and he threw you away in disgust."
Robert's voice rang through the field, raw with rage and humiliation. His pride had been shattered, his body restrained by someone who should have been on his side as his woman, and now even Sylvara's soft-spoken apology grated against his wounded ego.
