Chapter 326: Gifts She Appreciates
Sophia froze.
For a heartbeat, she simply stared into the open box, her eyes wide and unblinking, breath caught somewhere between surprise and disbelief. The room felt suddenly very quiet, as though even the walls were waiting to see what she would do next.
Slowly, carefully, she reached into the box and lifted one of the daggers.
It settled into her palm like it had always belonged there. Like it was meant for her hands from the beginning.
She turned it once, then again, studying the blade, the way the light traced its edge, the delicate vine motif forming the guard. The leather-wrapped grip fit her hand snugly, not too thick, not too thin, and the weight—gods, the weight—was perfect. It was balanced, and she knew that it was because of the man watching her expectantly.
She looked up at Orion, eyes shining.
"…Is this for me?"
He nodded.
"Yes."
