"What have you done?"
Elowen's question still hung in the air.
The playful curve on her lips had disappeared completely as she began walking towards him. Each step was slow and her heels echoed against the floor.
Theron did not move, his eyes following her.
Seren, however, was shaking. Her hands trembled in front of her, and she struggled to steady her breathing. She could feel Elowen's gaze slicing through her like a blade.
Elowen stopped only a step away from Theron. She tilted her head slightly, studying him. "I asked you a question, brother."
Theron's eyes remained indifferent. "You are overthinking it."
Her brows lifted.
"She stumbled into me," he continued calmly. "That is why my scent is on her."
Seren's eyes widened slightly, but she kept her head lowered. Her fingers pressed tighter against her dress as if afraid the fabric would slip away from her.
Elowen's gaze slowly shifted to Seren. She stepped past Theron and circled her once, her expression unreadable.
