Chapter 290: The Line She Drew
For a moment, the room was painfully still.
Orion's words hung in the air between all of them. Sophia stared at him, stunned, her heartbeat thudding in her ears. The idea that her mother could be involved in black magic was so absurd, so out of place with the fragment of memory she'd recovered, that her brain rejected it entirely.
Finally, she let out a small, breathless laugh.
"Orion… please." She shook her head. "That's impossible."
Orion didn't blink at her words. He just gave her a blank stare.
Sophia exhaled and tried to soften her voice, even though her body still ached, even though she was tired and the memory still lingered painfully behind her ribs.
"I'm serious," she said quietly. "There was absolutely nothing in that room linked to my mother doing black magic. Nothing. I would've noticed."
"You were six," Orion replied, tone flat.
"I still would've noticed."
