"Where were you all this time?" Nova finally spoke, moving her gaze from her bloodstained hand back to Razeal. Her voice was steady, even carrying a touch of strictness, as if trying to ignore the blood trickling down his cheeks and focus instead on the storm of questions that had plagued her for so long.
There was no softness, no tremor of vulnerability in her tone, only the cold authority of a Virelan noble who demanded answers.
Razeal wiped at the blood with the back of his hand, his expression as cold as ice as his eyes locked onto hers. "Why do you even care where I was? And why should I tell you anything at all?"
Nova's eyes narrowed slightly. "Why did you run? You received your punishment harsh, but deserved. We paid the price for your wrongdoings. It doesn't make sense…" Her voice softened just slightly at the end, as if she were voicing a question that had haunted her endlessly, one she'd never had the chance to ask.
