Dacen’s face contorts as if he’s in actual pain; his eyes squeeze shut, he sucks in the hollows of his cheeks, and he gulps audibly. Then his eyes open and white-hot anger flashes in them, stoked brighter by hurt and laced with frustration. His nostrils flare and his jaw sets so sharp it could cut glass. The physical manifestation of his anger is severe and cuts through to my core.
