The Veil Of Sinner novel Chapter 30

Eizlina was horrified by hearing his words. She looked at him, appalled. Her widened eyes filled tears of shock and terror.

Did he really kill Prisila? No, he wouldn't do that.

“Where is she?” she questioned him, holding herself back from bursting out into tears before him because just the thought of knowing he had done something wrong to Prisila had started shivering her soul.

No, he could not do that to Prisila. He would never. Eizlina attempted to calm her inner self down, which was on the edge of shattering with fright and pain.

“Where is she? Did y…you hurt her?” Her words stuttered, because it was terrifying for her to even ask him that thing. But his eyes didn't even find the necessity of looking at her.

Theron continued to take sips from his glass of wine and he made no efforts to answer or ease down her pain and fears. Rather, he just ignored her like she had become invisible to his eyes and ears.

Like he could not even feel her presence.

Her eyes watered more, not just only because he was ignoring her so awfully, which was hurting her so much, but also because he was not giving her any answer. Although, a part inside her was still making her believe that he would never kill Prisila because he knew how much hatred it was going to evoke between them, but still his silence was scaring her more and more.

He was impulsive. He could do that. What if he took her anger out on Prisila by taking her life?

No.

“I am asking you something. Did you hurt her?” Eizlina raised her voice at him but he gave her no reply. His face remained stone hard, while his eyes continued to ignore her like she had stopped existing for him.

Eizlina curled her fists, especially when she saw him making another glass for himself. He was about to take the glass closer towards his mouth, but she stormed towards him.

Unable to control her anger, she grabbed his glass and stopped him from drinking from it.

“Answer me first. Did you hurt Prisila?” She questioned him again. His eyes finally snapped in her direction, and Eizlina saw that predatory darkness burning in his slightly reddened eyes, which made her aware of his intoxication. In normal circumstances, it would have scared her but right now, she couldn't afford to care about her own fears.

Now, she was just worried about Prisila. She needed her safe, sound and alive.

“You didn't hurt her, right?” Her shimmering brown eyes pleaded with him to take her fears away which was only possible if he would tell her that Prisila was completely fine. That her hope was right. He had not harmed Prisila for going against him.

Instead of answering her, he gritted his teeth and then tried to snatch the glass of wine from her hold, but Eizlina held the glass more tightly.

Theron took out the first-aid kit from the drawer, and then walked back towards her. Grabbing her arm, he made her sit on the sofa and then kneeled in front of her. He didn't even look at her face for once, but her glossy eyes remained glued at him.

And the fact that he kneeled in front of her for curing her pain…a part inside her couldn't just ignore it.

Taking out the cotton, he held her palm and tried to clean her wound, but Eizlina stopped him by holding his hand with her other palm.

“First tell me….You didn't hurt Prisila?” She continued to chant that only thing. He looked at her finally. His gaze wore a precarious malice, which filled more tears into her eyes, but she still didn't give up.

“Please….. answer me. She is fine, right?” She begged him, barely being able to hold her emotional and physical pain anymore.

Theron dug his nails against his wounded palm, causing it to bleed more.

“She is fine, safe and alive….” He finally gave her the answer she had been dying to her, and at that moment, they both realised that he just not only kneeled before her pain….the only thing which could make him accept his defeat was also her pain.

But why? Why did her pain matter to him when he had dragged her in his life just to hurt her?