"Speak. What the hell happened to you?"
When Taras let go of Le An's chin, Le An swallowed like a child caught in the act, sniffled, and wiped his face roughly with his hand, looking around as if searching for an explanation. "I-I…"
But his eyes were still tense, as though he hadn't recovered from whatever had happened. Grief, brought on by seeing Taras, joined the frustration in Le An's eyes; but Taras, focused on his condition and the explanation to come, didn't notice.
"N-nothing happened," Le An stammered. Taras finally looked away from his neck, where he'd been focused, and met his eyes.
What he saw... didn't match what he heard. Taras instinctively took a deep breath, and once again, that disgusting scent of foreign pheromones filled his lungs, so far from Le An's natural scent. How could nothing have happened? Taras's eyes lit up, sharp and alert. It was blatantly clear that Treasure was lying.
