[Lior's POV — Morvael Castle — Alaric's Chamber — Continuation]
He yanked my hand without warning.
"Get up." His voice was low, rough, and already impatient. "There is no use crying now."
My fingers tightened instinctively, but I didn't argue. I didn't even sniffle this time. The tears that had burned in my eyes earlier felt dry now, like I didn't have the strength left to even cry properly.
I forced myself to stand.
The moment my injured foot touched the floor, pain shot up my leg so sharply that my breath broke in my throat, but before I could lose balance, his grip tightened around my arm and dragged me forward.
He didn't slow down, didn't ask, and didn't care if I could walk or not. He pulled me toward the bed and pushed me down onto it.
"Sit."
I dropped onto the edge of the mattress, my chest rising and falling unevenly as I tried to steady my breathing. He said nothing after that.
