Chapter 425: The Weight She Was Never Meant to Carry
Sophia sat on a low slab of broken stone near the edge of the clearing, her shoulders folded inward, her posture small in a way Orion had never seen on her before.
Snow clung to the hem of her clothes. Blood—some hers, some not—had dried in dark streaks along her sleeves. Both of her bandaged hands were filled with red, a contrast to the colour they had once been when Genevieve wrapped them up.
She was quiet. And Orion noticed the change in her demeanor.
The way her jaw was clenched too tightly.
The way her gaze stayed fixed on the ground as if she could change the outcome of what had already happened.
He turned slightly, catching Ronan's eye, then Gregory's.
Ronan understood without a word.
He nudged Gregory lightly with his elbow and murmured something too low for Sophia to hear. Gregory hesitated, then nodded and followed him a few steps away, pretending very poorly to be busy checking weapons… his weapons alone.
