Vaelin's POV
"Damn it!" I growled again, punching the wall this time as I tried to hold back my rage.
My eyes went wide in a blend of shock and hurt as Lyra walked into the room with just a towel around her chest and water trickling down her skin.
Her hair was soaked, and something about how she looked was pulling my focus.
"Is something up? I heard you," she said, eyeing me carefully, but I couldn't respond. She let out a sigh, seeing I was fine. She turned to leave, but I stood quick with my feet apart, arms folded over my chest, blocking her. My face showed a mix of feelings—pain, fury, and betrayal.
My gaze drilled into hers, looking for answers, like I was demanding she explain what felt like a betrayal. My brows knit together, and my lips tightened, making me look stern and accu
