Zylia

Clenching his teeth hard, Shorn got up. His fists balled tight on the side as anger blasted in his chest. He strode to her. “You have come for your daughter?” he growled. “After so many days and that too on my wedding day?”

Zylia shrugged at him. She snatched Lyris roughly from Frenna and started to leave. Shorn stopped her immediately by grabbing her upper arm and turned her sharply to face him.