When Thorne returned, he brought back a lot of prey, mostly Herbivores.
He handed a clean, snow-white beast skin to Evangeline, his dark green eyes full of eagerness to please. "Flora..."
Evangeline pressed her lips together. She pulled Thorne's hand, sat him down at the table, and pulled aside the beast skin he wore. Seeing the mangled, bloody flesh on his neck, her expression darkened. "Did I save you just so you could do this to yourself?"
Thorne's face was pale. He asked cautiously, "Are you angry?"
Evangeline let go of his hand and stared at Thorne coldly.
Thorne's fingertips trembled slightly as he gently placed his hand on Evangeline's wrist, his grip loose and uncertain.
His crimson lips parted and closed a few times before he finally let out a hissing breath. "I..."
