Chapter 658: The Truth They Chose to Hold
The room felt warmer than outside.
Not just because of the fire burning low in the corner or the closed windows that kept the cold from slipping in, but because it was full.
Full of presence.
Full of people who refused to leave.
Sophia sat on the bed, the blanket loosely draped over her legs, her back resting lightly against the headboard as she tried to stay still while Lysander examined her.
He was thorough and careful.
Annoyingly so, if Tobias and Ronan were anything to go by.
"There's nothing wrong," Lysander said for what felt like the third time, his tone calm but starting to thin slightly. "No internal damage, no lingering strain, nothing that suggests—"
"But are you sure?" Tobias cut in immediately from where he sat beside the bed, leaning forward slightly. "Like, completely sure?"
Lysander didn't even look at him.
"Yes."
Ronan, who was leaning against the table nearby, folded his arms.
