Lord Vord's brows lifted ever so slightly as he stared at Pam, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and disbelief, as if he was trying to confirm whether what he had just heard was truly real or simply a moment of reckless emotion.
"…You like him that much?"
His voice was calm, but there was a weight behind it, the kind of weight that came from someone who did not ask questions lightly, someone who expected answers that carried truth rather than impulse.
Pam froze for a brief moment.
Not because she did not know the answer.
But because now that it had been said out loud, now that every gaze in the arena had turned toward her, the reality of her feelings stood naked before everyone, without cover, without protection, without any place to hide.
Her eyes shifted.
Slowly.
Almost unwillingly.
Toward Cain.
