The tap was still running, and Alaric's hands dripped with water as he stood upright.
For a while, him and Ivanka simply stared at each other, although she was actually glaring at him. Her eyes mirrored so much hurt.
"Are you done?" She finally asked, swallowing around the lump in her throat.
Alaric was silent and just continued staring at her reflection in the mirror.
"Are you done humiliating me, venting out your anger on me, or you actually have more coming?"
Alaric's visage stayed icy, but he didn't take his eyes off her.
They tension between them was so heavy. Fleetingly, it reflected on them that they used to be very good lovers.
"This isn't the right place to speak, Ivanka." He eventually uttered, dropping his gaze to the running tap to resume washing.
Ivanka scoffed.
