His voice echoed the same concern he once had for me when I was covered in blood after Zolenn’s attack. Now, that same worry was directed toward her. What had changed? What made him turn against me and defend her?
Summoning the last of my strength, I told him,
“You’re right. Either she severs her own tendons or dies. Otherwise, I will never forgive her!”
The veins in Yzail’s forehead bulged, his frustration visible. Back when he had called Zolenn a vicious woman for hurting me, he had looked the same.
“She can’t play the piano anymore. Do you really need to be this cruel? I don’t want a fiancée who’s seen as heartless. If you keep holding onto grudges like this, no wonder you don’t have any friends!”
His words, filled with venom, pierced through me. The disgust on his face—how could I have missed it all this time?
So, this was what I had become in his eyes: the cold, friendless woman, while Zolenn became the misunderstood victim of a “thoughtless mistake.”
The man who once vowed to protect me with his life no longer stood by my side. He was gone.