Kavyansh has seen Varenya in many states-joyful, broken, lost, determined-but this? This is something entirely different. She isn't just angry. She is consumed by something primal, something lethal.

Varenya tilts her head up, her nostrils flaring, her fingers still curled as if she is holding onto an invisible thread of control. Kavyansh frowns, reaching out to cup her face. His thumbs brush against her cheeks, trying to calm her which for a few minutes work. Varenya stays still, allowing the warmth of Kavyansh's palms to seep into her skin. Then she exhales sharply, stepping back while shaking her head.