Aveline pressed her lips tightly together. "Talk?" she repeated. "About what?"
Theron watched her carefully, still leaning over her on the bed.
"Will you tell me why you're angry?" he asked quietly.
Aveline immediately looked away.
"Stop pretending," she muttered, her lips trembling despite how hard she tried to hide it.
She still could not understand how he acted as though he knew nothing. He had gotten upset seeing her in another man's robe, yet he could spend the night with a woman smelling of jasmine and then stand here asking why she was upset.
The unfairness of it burned inside her chest.
"Will you look at me?"
Theron reached out and gently caught her cheeks, trying to turn her face back toward him, but Aveline stubbornly shut her eyes instead.
A soft sigh escaped him, warm breath brushing across her face.
"Aveline…"
His lips touched her cheek lightly.
Aveline refused to open her eyes. She turned her face away at once.
"Aveline, look at me."
