DAEMON
"…Why do you torture the both of us like this?"
At the end of the barrage of questions, Zina might as well have been shouting whereas Daemon found himself struggling to grasp some semblance of restraint in the face of her unsettling reactions.
He was calculating whether he would be able to get to her faster than the sword that was pressed against her neck. He didn't know where her sudden madness was coming from, but it drove Daemon equally insane.
He shut and opened his eyes as if that would erase the blood that was trickling from Zina's neck, down to the middle of her breasts. The crimson trail tugged at something animalistic within himself. He had never pegged her to be suicidal, so just how much had his recent actions pushed her?
In a bid to protect her, did he only end up turning her against him?