Elara led Serena to her quarters, Hale right behind. She immediately got a cloth wet with freezing cold water and dabbed Serena's neck.
Hale handed Serena a glass of water, which Serena downed.
"Thank you both," Serena whispered.
Hale's jaw was tight. Body tense. He didn't respond.
Gav entered a moment later, expression darkening. Serena's neck still had a rash, the one he'd seen earlier. Her eyes were red. Of course it would rattle her. Her composure made it easy to forget she had weaknesses. That she wasn't made of iron.
After being humiliated, she'd been forced to sit next to him. In front of one thousand people. The fact she didn't cry, that she held her composure through all of it, spoke volumes.
And Dexmon had the audacity to keep glancing at her. Like he was confused. Like he didn't understand why she wouldn't look at him.
It made Gav want to break something. Preferably Dexmon's face.
