Chapter 167: Goodnight Shorty
The fire had died down to a soft amber glow, painting the room in shades of warmth and gold. Outside, the night pressed close against the windows, quiet and heavy with the hum of crickets and the distant murmur of the forest. Inside, everything was still, except for the stubborn man lounging across Sophia's bed like he owned the place.
Sophia sat cross-legged near the edge, arms folded, watching Orion with narrowed eyes. He looked far too comfortable hands laced behind his head, bare chest half-covered by the thin blanket he'd claimed, one leg carelessly hanging off the bed as if he'd lived there all his life.
"You know," she began, her tone suspiciously calm, "you have a very nice house. Spacious. Warm. Probably filled with expensive things that are crying because their owner abandoned them."
Orion didn't even open his eyes. "Mhm."
She blinked. "Mhm? That's all you have to say?"
