Chapter 185: Information
The silence stretched after Orion's words, long enough for the faint crack of settling ice outside to slip through the stone walls. Tobias leaned back in his chair, boots creaking against the cold floor, eyes narrowing at Orion as if searching for something in his expression.
Then he sat upright.
"All right," he said, his tone sharpening. "What is it you need me to do for you?" A pause, soft but weighted. "Is something the matter?"
"Relax, Tobias," Orion said with a small smile. "It's not that serious."
"You sure about that? Because you have the same look you had on your face when Ronan stole your favorite cloak years ago," Tobias told him.
Orion chuckled.
"But that's not it. It's about Sophia," he said.
"Sophia?" Tobias asked, brows furrowing.
Orion didn't answer right away. Instead, he leaned forward, elbows resting on the scarred wooden desk, fingers threading together.
"Yes," he said at last. "It's about her."
