Mora froze. The malicious intent in her eyes wavered, replaced by a momentary, jarring silence.
She stood up straight, her blades lowering just an inch as her gaze flicked toward Soren, then back to Bloodshine, searching for a lie she couldn't find.
"We did not even officially break up and you already married?" Mora's voice was low, trembling with a new kind of venom.
"Typical of a murderer."
Soren was perplexed. He opened his mouth to speak, the words "we aren't actually married" catching in his throat.
He wanted to explain that "husband" was just the way Bloodshine referred to him—a title she had claimed without the true ceremony—but the air in the tunnel grew heavy before he could find his breath.
But even more perplexing, was her reaction.
Is she... is she jealous?
This was the only conclusion Soren's brain could arrive at.
Bloodshine turned her head slowly toward Soren. Her eyes were sharp.
"What is this tramp talking about?"
