Being this close there was no way she could ignore him. And if she were honest she wasn't able if they were on opposing sides of a football field. Some small part of her hoped that would fade soon. She would always be loyal, of course, because that was her nature. But she could live without the unrequited part.
So, when he grabbed her arm Bryn went on full alert. Back to pretending she was someone she wasn't. But when Nergal touched her face, the jerk away from it wasn't an act. Nether was the look of disgust that crossed her borrowed features. At least she did have more control. Otherwise she would have lashed out at him, then and there. And she didn't want to do that.
"Get your hand off of me." She hoped Astra wouldn't show fear to the demon. She hoped she would be brave in the face of her murderer.