"DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT NAME TO ME!" he roared, ember eyes blazing like wildfire. His chest heaved, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, muscles rigid with fury.
The healer stumbled back, trembling, but Veer's voice only grew harsher.
"You think I'd hand her—my Kaya—to those venomous bastards? The same tribe that slithers in the dark, poisoning, betraying, smiling while they stab you in the back? Do you know how many of my kin rotted because of their lies? And you dare stand here and tell me—ME—that I should crawl to them for help?!"
His fist slammed the table again, splitting the wood this time. Shards flew, a jar rolled off and shattered on the floor. The healer dropped to his knees, head bowed, too terrified to speak.
Veer's voice dropped to a growl, low but shaking with rage.
"I would rather die. I would rather burn every last drop of blood in my body… than take her to those filthy snakes."
