Evie was locked in his room again. She had angered him in the kitchen when she tried to negotiate with him on the matters of her comrades. He had wanted to literally bind her to him, and of course – she refused. Her immediate rejection caused him to fly into a rage. Though he did not shout at her or harmed her, Evie could feel it in his suffocating aura that was leaking out of him and the gravity in his eyes. And then he had gone and locked her up, even using some strange magic as an impregnable wall around her, and he did all that without even letting her speak any further or hearing her out.
What he did made Evie rage in anger as well, making her even more convinced that this cruel man was not her Gavriel. Her Gavriel would never do this to her. Her Gavriel would never lose his temper with her, nor treat her so dismissively. He would always be so considerate of her feelings and would be ever so respectful with his conduct. This person, to put it simply, was a plain brute!
