Villainous Me

"Sure..." Ednar said with narrowed eyes, then he looked at Hellen.

"Who is he, Lena?" he asked, and she could sense it immediately—suspicion.

"Calm down, Ed. He's the one who saved me from the bandits," she said, reaching up to hold his cheeks with practiced tenderness, her fingers tracing the familiar lines of his jaw. "So don't overthink it. Or don't you even trust me anymore?" She let her voice carry just the right note of wounded disappointment, watching as the words hit their mark.