Chapter 155: A Certain Someone
Orion frowned, his brows knitting together as he turned his gaze from the forge's glowing embers to Mary. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, his voice low but edged with amusement, as though he already knew where this was going and wanted to see how far she'd go with it.
Mary arched a brow, her soot-streaked face catching the orange light of the flames. "Don't play dumb with me, Orion," she said, straightening from the anvil where she'd been checking the balance on a newly forged blade. "You know exactly what I mean."
He tilted his head, feigning ignorance with that measured patience of his, the kind that often unnerved anyone who didn't know him well. But Mary did.
