"You're not angry with me anymore?" Eryx asked, voice low, uncertain. His hand gripped hers like he was afraid she might vanish if he loosened his fingers even a little.
Lunara frowned.
"That's a different thing," she said. "Don't mix them up."
Eryx looked at her, puzzled.
"Yes, I'm still angry," she admitted, meeting his eyes without flinching. "Angry at what you did. How you backed me into a corner two years ago. That hasn't gone anywhere."
His jaw tensed.
"But love doesn't just shut off like a switch," she added quietly. "And being here for you now doesn't mean I'm not still furious."
Eryx looked away, his expression torn.
"It doesn't mean I've forgiven you. But I won't walk away just because you're hurting. Even if you're the one who caused the pain."
Eryx's throat tightened. He wanted to speak, to defend himself, to explain but all the words tangled uselessly inside him.
His grip on her hand eased, just slightly.
