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"Then perhaps I'll make you a deal, I'll believe you had no intention to hurt me last night the moment you believe that I actually do love you and never wanted to see you hurt." Carina retorted swiftly, "In the mean time, I will class you as whatever I want since you have so clearly done the same for me. Do not expect what you do not give in return, Sven."
Her words were quick, sharp, akin to a lash of a whip if she had one in her hand to strike at the air. The emotion felt in response to last night's events, that she had thought she had smothered down deep enough, was just as red hot as when it all came crashing down on her what he had done. It only burned stronger as he continued to apologise, doing exactly as she had done a week and then a day before: apologising, taking responsibility, and then asking her to see he didn't have any intention (or in her case, any involvement anymore). Only expecting her to accept it for what it was: his word. In her mind, she had no reason to do anything of the sort, because he had not offered the same courtesy.
"Please, if I wanted you to be on your knees and begging for forgiveness it would have happened last night." She seethed, finally standing from the desk with the intention to either go for a walk or see Lorcan to calm herself down.
Carina had witnessed first hand over the last week just how uncontrollable her powers could be if her emotions became too overwhelming; something she hadn't had to worry about since she was 10. However, those long months with that bracelet smothering her ice had caused her to become complacent, and forget that she had to worry such things.
"I will be back shortly, feel free to do some of the work you believe isn't any of my busi-" Carina cut off at his groan, stumbling slightly at the noise of pain which led to a bursting throb to come from the burn on her leg as her ankle, and therefore skin, twisted slightly.
However, she shoved it aside, easier to do with the dampening effects of the pain medication now coming into its own. Her eyes dropped nervously down to his shirt, immediately looking for any blood beginning to stain the material. When none was found, her shoulders sagged in relief, Carina having not realised they had become so tense from his groan alone. She stepped forward, squaring her shoulders and ensuring there was no limp to be found in her gait, despite the ache it caused her.
Uncaring to the argument they were just having, or the demeaning position she was about to put herself in during this moment in their relationship, Carina knelt down beside the sofa and looked up to him. The hardness from before still lingered, but now it was marred with worry. "Either let me look or so help me God I will freeze your hands to this overly stuffed piece of furniture and freeze your lips together so you can't bloody well complain." She told him firmly, holding his glare for a breath longer before glancing to Natalia, "Could you fetch the doctor? Better to be safe than sorry."
Her gaze flickered back to Sven, "Don't dare fucking argue."
Her words were quick, sharp, akin to a lash of a whip if she had one in her hand to strike at the air. The emotion felt in response to last night's events, that she had thought she had smothered down deep enough, was just as red hot as when it all came crashing down on her what he had done. It only burned stronger as he continued to apologise, doing exactly as she had done a week and then a day before: apologising, taking responsibility, and then asking her to see he didn't have any intention (or in her case, any involvement anymore). Only expecting her to accept it for what it was: his word. In her mind, she had no reason to do anything of the sort, because he had not offered the same courtesy.
"Please, if I wanted you to be on your knees and begging for forgiveness it would have happened last night." She seethed, finally standing from the desk with the intention to either go for a walk or see Lorcan to calm herself down.
Carina had witnessed first hand over the last week just how uncontrollable her powers could be if her emotions became too overwhelming; something she hadn't had to worry about since she was 10. However, those long months with that bracelet smothering her ice had caused her to become complacent, and forget that she had to worry such things.
"I will be back shortly, feel free to do some of the work you believe isn't any of my busi-" Carina cut off at his groan, stumbling slightly at the noise of pain which led to a bursting throb to come from the burn on her leg as her ankle, and therefore skin, twisted slightly.
However, she shoved it aside, easier to do with the dampening effects of the pain medication now coming into its own. Her eyes dropped nervously down to his shirt, immediately looking for any blood beginning to stain the material. When none was found, her shoulders sagged in relief, Carina having not realised they had become so tense from his groan alone. She stepped forward, squaring her shoulders and ensuring there was no limp to be found in her gait, despite the ache it caused her.
Uncaring to the argument they were just having, or the demeaning position she was about to put herself in during this moment in their relationship, Carina knelt down beside the sofa and looked up to him. The hardness from before still lingered, but now it was marred with worry. "Either let me look or so help me God I will freeze your hands to this overly stuffed piece of furniture and freeze your lips together so you can't bloody well complain." She told him firmly, holding his glare for a breath longer before glancing to Natalia, "Could you fetch the doctor? Better to be safe than sorry."
Her gaze flickered back to Sven, "Don't dare fucking argue."