"I thought you trusted me?" Uva snapped, her voice sharp, her brows furrowed into a deep, wounded scowl. Her cheeks flushed with frustration, a deep red tinge rising across her face.
The sting of Violet's hesitation hit her harder than she'd expected. It wasn't just annoyance anymore—it was hurt. Her posture stiffened, and her lips trembled just slightly, betraying how offended she truly was.
"I do! You know I do, but—" Violet began, her voice laced with guilt, but Uva cut her off before she could finish.
"But what?" Uva bit back, her tone rising. Her arms crossed over her chest defensively, though her fingers trembled where they clutched her sleeves.
"This woman is someone I know! She's a good person! I would never willingly harm you." Her voice cracked near the end, and her hands dropped to her sides in frustration. "Cain would have my head!"
