I landed a slap on her face.
Elowen staggered backward, her hands reaching for her cheeks, gently caressing them, while her eyes glared daggers at me.
"Sister!" she raised her voice, but I placed my hands underneath my chest, giving her an unimpressed look.
"Elowen, did you really think I wouldn't find out you broke the dam? You wanted to watch demons trample on me, tear me and my beast-men apart," I said, stepping closer. "You wanted to watch the life slowly leave my eyes as they had their way with me, and now you dare to reach for me with your fake concern. A slap across the face is me being merciful, or have you forgotten what happened to the last person that tried to kill me?" I said, and watched as her lips trembled.
"How dare you?" Darian yelled, cupping Elowen's cheeks, her eyes welling up with tears. "Don't blame my sister. It's obvious you're trying to badmouth her because you hate her," she spouted, and my lips twitched.
I should slap her again, I thought.
