Andria's POV
Kaelric's question lingered in the air, creating a thick tension.
Jackson looked arrogant, staring back at Sir Kaelric, his brows raised and a smug smirk curved on his lips, a smirk that I wanted to tear out of his face. In fact, I tried to pull the whole expression off his face.
"I told you," Jackson said, his tone smooth, rehearsed. "Liara isn't hurt. She's my mate. She stays because she wants to. You should know how that works, Sir.. Kaelric."
He said the words with so much arrogance and confidence, and I saw Kaelric's jaw twitch, a single, dangerous movement. But he didn't respond, at least not yet.
I glanced at Liara again. Her eyes were open, but they seemed distant. Liara wasn't herself, and I fear she would grow even worse.
