Evelyn's jaw clenched tightly. To make her feel ached, but she didn't care.
Axel noticed, his hand covering hers, grounding her before the storm consumed her entirely.
"My love," he murmured, voice calm but low, "look at me, please..."
She did. Her eyes burned, bright and dangerous.
"Axel," she said, gripping his hand so hard he felt her nails press into his skin, "I don't care who she is. I don't care who her family is. I don't care who is backing her in this country." Her voice shook, but not with fear. With fury. "I just want to avenge our loss."
Axel watched her thoughtfully. Not cautious nor alarmed. Also, not repulsed. The only themes in his mind were listening and understanding her.
"I don't want to hear of that woman existing in this world anymore. Please, do something!" she finished, each word precise and deadly.
