ZINA
Zina froze on hearing the words. Luckily, no one had been close enough to witness Daemon speaking to her like that, but she was shocked nonetheless.
Shocked that he would ever speak to her like that.
Zina sat down back slowly, staring at Dawmon strangely. The perfect mask of ease he had been wearing along that night had slipped and fallen off. Now, there was a desperate kind of madness etched to his face.
Calming herself down and promising not to raise her voice, she spoke slowly to him. "What is wrong, Daemon? And for goddess's sake do not lie to me and tell me that everything is fine."
Daemon looked away, unable to meet her eyes for a moment. Then he turned back at her, a strained smile on his face.
"I am sorry I spoke to you like that…." He began to apologize but Zina cut him off harshly.