Cyrus’s jaw clenched, his gaze darting between me and Nadia then suddenly, I felt his anger dissipating. “This isn’t what it looks like, Elara. If you’d just calm down and listen to reason. I wasn’t even in the room. I’m sure there must be…"
But I was beyond listening. Weeks of pent-up anger, hurt and suspicion came boiling to the surface. I took a step forward, my body still tensing for a fight as I interrupted him.
“Oh, I’m sure you have a perfectly reasonable explanation for why your ‘little sister’ is wandering around naked in your room. Why don’t you run in and oil her body like you always do?"
“Elara for moon’s sake!” Cyrus screeched, “Why would you even…"
The words had barely finished from his lips when a soft thud made him stop. Nadia had collapsed to the floor, her body convulsing slightly.
The anger drained from Cyrus’s face, replaced by concern. Without a moment’s hesitation, he scooped Nadia into his arms, cradling her unconscious form against his chest.
“I need to take her to the pack clinic,” he said, his voice tight with worry. “We’ll discuss this later, Elara".
Before I could respond, Cyrus was already moving, practically running with Nadia like she weighed nothing down the hallway and once again, I was left standing alone…
