Elara's expression remained calm as she processed his words. After a heartbeat, the corner of her lips lifted and a short mocking laugh escaped her throat. Her eyes flashed with a cruel light. "It wasn't necessary?" she repeated after him.
She twisted her wrist sharply trying to pull herself free from his grasp, but it felt like trying to escape a statue's hold. He didn't even appear to be gripping her tightly yet her hand barely moved. Then she suddenly stopped struggling altogether.
Her eyes narrowed hatefully at his face. "What's really the matter?" she asked quietly. "Does it bother you that I can finally afford to pay for my own exits?"
Her lips curled colder. "Or are you upset that you can't use your 'sponsorship' to keep me quiet anymore?"
She saw his jaw tighten and for some reason, that tiny reaction sent a wave of satisfaction through her chest.
"Don't play the hero," she spat her gaze dropping to his hand around her wrist again. Her breathing had already grown uneven.
