Iridessa swallowed hard but stood her ground.
“No,” she mumbled, barely audible.
“Why are you here? Why?” Zyair roared.
“You're hurt… Who hurt you?” she whispered, stepping closer, their eyes locked in an unbreakable gaze.
“What are you doing?” Zyair asked, his throat tightening.
“I’m just… worried,” she replied softly. “Worried about you. Your eyes…...