Rosewater Oasis Ώρα μηδέν

I will never know what he saw in you, a rap of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, bitterness lining the edges of every word. In his mind, he had the right to feel such disdain; perhaps if they had never married—
Well.
He knew little of the two that breathed down the back of Andromache's neck. Her father's men, he'd been told; he could not remember if he'd ever even spoken to them beyond sidelong glances and casual greetings up until now.
She fires insults and he dodges the metaphorical hurl with a duck of his head. Do I have reason to trust them? pupils pinpricked, he leans into the curve of her neck, voice lowered to a venomous whisper. All the while, he holds his smug grin; she had told him to smile more, had she not? Better yet, do I have reason to trust you?