Mira's breath hitched as she turned to him, her hazel eyes wide with a mix of shock and indignation. The words she wanted to say caught in her throat, tumbling over one another as her emotions surged.
"Of course, there's everything wrong if they did!" she snapped, her voice trembling with the force of her feelings. "It matters a lot, Zamian! How can you even say that?"
Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging slightly into her palms as she fought to steady herself. She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, betraying the turmoil within.
"You're not a child, first of all," she continued, her tone laced with frustration. "And besides, you're married. I wouldn't want anyone—anyone—to see my husband like that."