They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren just smirked at Melita's accusation. Shrugging, it was clear he wasn't bothered in the slightest by her opinion of him. "You're right, I did. Sorry, again, not that you seem capable of forgiveness." Unsurprisingly, rather than apologetic, his tone was almost mocking, and definitely smug.
However, his eyes narrowed almost slyly. "If I remember, you also accused me of being out of control." Tilting his head, he let out a derisive laugh. "Control that you so clearly lack." The words were a challenge, and he stared unwaveringly at her.
Grinning at her laughter, he followed her through the market. "Despite what you might think, I don't want you to be scared of me." Then his voice grew almost icy and his eyes tightened. "I just want you to admit you're a hypocrite."
However, his eyes narrowed almost slyly. "If I remember, you also accused me of being out of control." Tilting his head, he let out a derisive laugh. "Control that you so clearly lack." The words were a challenge, and he stared unwaveringly at her.
Grinning at her laughter, he followed her through the market. "Despite what you might think, I don't want you to be scared of me." Then his voice grew almost icy and his eyes tightened. "I just want you to admit you're a hypocrite."
LOREN
