(Author's POV)
"She did make it clear to you, didn't she?" Yelena uttered spitefully. "That she doesn't want to keep any contact with you. So, why are you tormenting her? Why~ ...?" She was fuming like a live charcoal; her face flushed with intense red and yellow hues. Her index finger kept poking at Brave's rain soaked chest mercilessly, over and over again.
Witnessing Fabian's wretched state and recalling Myra's crestfallen expression, she couldn't hold the curse words and accusations in her throat any longer. She bombarded Brave with them.
After getting caught unprepared by her 'out of the blue' entrance and now hearing the outrageous words spewing out of her mouth, Brave, the ever so rational and calm guy, was starting to lose his cool.
