Chapter 22
The room felt heavy. It was thick with the lingering chill of the fever that had left Sophia drained but not defeated. She lay propped against a tangle of pillows, one arm discarded carelessly across her forehead, blue eyes sharp despite the exhaustion roiling beneath her skin. Orion sat across from her, the wooden chair creaking under his weight as he leaned forward, lazing his stare in an attempt to break through the wall she held so tightly.
"I never called you trash though." Orion pointed out.
"You said I look like trash."
"It doesn't mean you are trash."
"You insinuated that I was trash though." She told him.
"And you jumped to conclusions. I never said it…"
"Outright."
"You're being stubborn," he said, voice rough and low like gravel sliding down a slope.
"And you are an ass." She told him.
"Are we going to do this all night?" He asked her.
