Chapter 25: The ogre and Sophia.
"So, Sophia, answer me this, who were we planning on killing? Or is that a secret you want to keep?"
Sophia folded her arms, stepping into her sharpest smile, voice full of mockery. "We'll get to that when your ogre self stops treating me like a punching bag."
Orion's lips twitched in a reluctant grin. "Oh! I never knew you were a punching bag. Can you even handle my fists?"
Sophia narrowed her eyes, ready to fire back, but before she could utter a word, Orion cut in smoothly, voice dropping to a growl. "And just so you know, I'll know if you've been lying."
"I don't lie."
"Really? Remember the whole not hiding behind Brynhild act?"
Sophia went crimson but huffed loudly, plunging full force into defiance. "That was a slip of tongue."
"A slip? I recall it being intentional though." He said with a smirk.
"You don't recall anything. Your brain is too tiny, remember?" She asked him.
