Chapter 513: Laughter by the Hearth
Orion did not knock. He hardly ever did when he was visiting Brynhild and Lysander.
He placed his hands on the knob and twisted it immediately he reached the door, the wood shifting inward with a familiar groan of its hinges.
Cold followed him and Sophia in.
Snow clung to Orion's cloak and to the edge of his boots. A few white flakes slid from his shoulders and melted against the warm air inside.
Sophia was still in his arms.
She blinked once as warmth wrapped around her face and the scent of burning wood and dried herbs settled into her lungs.
The hearth crackled softly.
"Honestly, Orion," Lysander said at once, his voice flat.
Orion paused only half a step inside.
"You should really learn how to knock when you visit us," Lysander said.
Ronan, who was seated comfortably on a chair near the hearth, nodded in agreement without even looking away from the fire.
