[IRAYA]
Lyander didn't even flinch—no smug smile, no usual sarcasm. Just a heavy pause, as if he was weighing his words.
"I brought you here because . . . ," he trailed off, then gave a half-smirk that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Because it looked like you needed a vacation. So, you're welcome."
I narrowed my eyes, crossing my arms. "Oh, how generous of you. You don't get to decide when I need a break from my life. And honestly, do you really expect me to believe that?"
He remained quiet.
"I know exactly why I'm here," I continued, stepping closer. "Because you're clearly not done annoying me. You enjoy getting under my skin. Admit it. This little snow-globe prison of yours? It's just another game for you at my expense. Well I'm not going to give you any satisfaction from this."
His mouth curved into a slow grin—mischievous, unreadable. But there was something else in his gaze. A flicker of emotion I couldn't pin down. Not amusement. Not arrogance.
