Chapter 35: Fractured Bonds
The office door's resounding bang still reverberated through the stone-walled room as Lysander stormed in, his towering frame taut with fury, his long blonde hair pulled into a tight bun quivering with every step.
His eyes, sharp and unyielding, blazed with anger, darting between Orion and Sophia. Blood stained his tunic, a grim testament to his frantic efforts tending to Brynhild after her collapse, and his clenched fists suggested he was ready to unleash his wrath.
Sophia stepped back, her breath ragged from the earlier argument, a flicker of relief washing over her that Lysander's fury seemed directed elsewhere.
Orion's gaze shifted from Sophia to Lysander, a flicker of resignation crossing his eyes. He'd known this confrontation was coming, especially after Brynhild's dramatic fall in the square. The weight of her condition had hung over him like a storm cloud, and Lysander's protective rage was no surprise.
