Disappointment.

Was she disappointed, in disbelief or feeling a considerable amount of the two, she couldn't tell. Or had her undue expectations of him to throw caution to the wind and mate with her been the reason why she now felt like the bottom dreg of a pot of some leftover wine.

What had she been expecting from a man of such ill repute as Razhal, when on a normal day he could watch her burn? His lustful desires were one thing but his cruel nature was a bigger part of him.