He whipped around to face Lyra, his accusation sharp as an ice pick: "Lyra! This is too much! Selene came here to apologize, to bring you broth—she's done everything she could. Why do you have to make her life miserable at every turn?!"
"I'm making her life miserable?" Lyra stopped packing. She turned to face him, chest heaving with fury, a bitter laugh threatening to escape. "She came to borrow my trophies. I said no. And that makes me the villain? Fenris, how far has your bias gone? It must have sunk to the deepest cavern of the underworld by now—there's no pulling it back."
She pointed at the wreckage on the floor, her voice cold enough to freeze the air: "She dropped that broth herself. You didn't even bother to ask what happened before attacking me. If you're going to protect her like this, worry about her like this—why don't you just claim her as your mate? Why bother with me at all?"