Third-Person Narrative.
Tight tension hung in the air for several moments than any of them could count. No words passed between them, but the mood in the room was enough to make Nala's heart beat faster.
She had never seen him so enraged and it hurts her knowing that she was the reason for his anger.
Her breaths were harsh, she reached back for the armchair and leaned her weight against it, probably to support her shaky knees.
There she stood, waiting for him to say something. Anything at all!
Rather, Tyron wasn't in the mood for talk. His face red with rage, he watched her from the doorway.
It was obvious he was fighting the urge to lash out. He wanted to ask her a million questions, and he sure hoped she had answers. On second thoughts, his eyes fell on her pregnancy.
"Leave! No
