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Her dark gaze locked on his, Eilin felt her freshly rebuilt calm shattering as Sverre's voice rose in retort. She had to fight with herself. On the one hand she was attempting to keep her own calm. On the other, the sorrow that she could see just behind his eyes was sending her mind into a spiral.

That was it, the reason why she couldn't kill him when she had the chance. It was the familiarity, the care she had held for this man for such a long time. The countless nights waking up in a cold sweat after witnessing his death in her nightmares. A mere day of knowing the truth of what he turned out to be could not undo the years of how she felt deep down. And she now hated it. Hated herself for ever growing attached to him all those years ago. Hated him for all he had done and continued to do with his indignation.

"You tell me, Sverre," she snapped. Who was she kidding, she could not hold her walls up around him. That much had been apparent the day she found him in the burned down village. The morning after. He had a way of tearing through her mental defenses and getting straight down to the core of her feelings. Gingerly, she shuffled her way up to sit fully upright, perhaps as some flimsy attempt at reestablishing her authority. The only thing it really did was cause her to have to suppress a wince as her shoulder complained for the movement.

"You tell me why you would burn down our village after we took you in." Her own tone of voice was rising in a match to his. She refused to buy the idea that he had no connection to the pack responsible for the destruction. In fact, the actual thought hadn't fully embedded itself in her mind as she watched him. It didn't seem like it was even a possibility that could exist. For a demon to run without a pack was unnatural, that was what she had been taught.