Chapter 293: A Truth on the Edge of His Tongue
Marta's chuckle was the first to slip. It burst out of her like she'd been holding it hostage for too long, a bright, musical sound that immediately made Sophia want to hide under the blankets. Madam Tyler wasn't any better—her entire face was practically glowing, her grin so wide it looked painful. And Lysander… well, Lysander tried to hold himself together. He really did.
He coughed into his fist, trying to smother his laughter.
A hopeless effort.
Orion shot him a look.
Lysander avoided Orion's stare so aggressively he might as well have looked into another dimension. His gaze landed on the ceiling… then the floor… then the cupboard… literally anywhere except Orion.
Sophia, meanwhile, wanted to pass away gently and peacefully.
