Ebsy looked at Alyssa who was wrapped in a towel and covered in sweat and dirt. He stared at her in amusement and broke out in cold sweat. Anger rushed through his veins. “First of all, what are you doing here?”
She opened her mouth but he interrupted her again. “Why did you come down from there? If you hadn't been careful enough, that dagger would have gone right through your neck.”
Alyssa held the towel tightly to her chest. She was scared. She has never seen him that angry and her heart throbbed faster than usual. “I'm sorry she whispered.”
“You could've gotten hurt,” he pointed out.
She steadied her breath and stared at him in frustration. “I know, okay. Why didn't you turn on the lights?”
“Why are you naked?” He demanded, watching her.
“I still have a towel on. I'm not naked,” She pointed.
“Fine, that's fine. Are you okay?” He asked.
Alyssa nodded. “I'm great.”