12: Adriel

(TW: violence, physical abuse, possessiveness)

Yanire woke up and immediately sensed she was in danger. She scanned the dark room, blinking the sleep away from her eyes and sitting up slightly.

"You're awake."

Martien's voice was too soft for her comfort. She flinched upon realizing he was sitting in a chair just beside the bed where she slept and quickly drew the covers closer to her body. She looked at the man in the darkness and wasn't quite able to make out his face. Not being able to see what manner of expression he wore made her nervous. 

"Who's Adriel?"

The words were an ice bath as they washed over her and her hands started to tremble slightly at her side. She had no clue how he'd figured out that there was an Adriel to begin with- but she was already sensing a downward shift approaching. Her lips remained still as she tried to think of the response which would keep him stabilized.