“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Cyrus roared, his voice echoing with authority.
I pushed myself to my feet, my own eyes flashing in response to the challenge. At this point, all I could think of was to fight back.
“What am I doing?” I yelled walking up to him and shaking my fists at him. I should be asking you that question, Cyrus. What are you doing? I was going to ask you if you’d care for a midnight run only to find her practically naked in your doorway and you’re defending her. Do I look like a joke to you?”
Cyrus’s jaw clenched, his gaze darting between me and Nadia then suddenly, I felt his anger dissipating. “This isn’t what it looks like, Elara. If you’d just calm down and listen to reason. I wasn’t even in the room. I’m sure there must be…"
But I was beyond listening. Weeks of pent-up anger, hurt and suspicion came boiling to the surface. I took a step forward, my body still tensing for a fight as I interrupted him.
“Oh, I’m sure you have a perfectly reasonable explanation for why your ‘little sister’ is wandering around naked in your room. Why don’t you run in and oil her body like you always do?"
“Elara for moon’s sake!” Cyrus screeched, “Why would you even…"