No." Zyren opened his mouth to speak, which greatly surprised Aira, who couldn't catch herself in time to hide the shock she felt.
"I'm not interested!" he said, even as he continued heading toward the bed, slowly taking off the shirt he wore, and sitting on the bed with a blank expression on his face.
His black hair reached his shoulders, but the way it fell, parted on either side of his face, made him look more menacing than usual. His red eyes continued to bore right into her.
"What then do you want?" Aira asked, still standing in the same spot by the door.
She knew that without his help, Harriet's head would still be demanded by the lords, so the fact that he was refusing to come to an agreement with her bothered her deeply.
Zyren didn't respond, which only made her feel even more uneasy. She opened her mouth to ask again, only for Zyren to beat her to it.
"What do…"
