I thought my little "reality check" would have finally sucked the air out of the room, but I was dead wrong. I expected them to back off, or at least look a little shamed, but instead of turning to lead me to Vaxen and Kezabel, Theon moved.
One second he was at the foot of the bed, and the next, he was right in my face. It wasn't an aggressive move, but it was startlingly intimate, forcing me to lean back into the pillows just to keep some personal space. His eyes, usually so cold and calculating, were swirling with a dark, raw kind of honesty that made my stomach do an uncomfortable flip.
"Ignore us however you want, Mayari," he said, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly hum that felt like it was vibrating in my very bones. "You think this is a game? We were living in a literal hell
