Sophia's eyes widened the moment she saw Brok stepping out of my car. Her hand immediately moved toward the gun at her belt as her body tensed. I raised my hand, palm facing her, and she stopped. She cocked an eyebrow, clearly wondering what the hell I was doing.
"No need," I said, walking toward the entrance. "Trust me."
"Why is he here?"
"A wizard… he's a wizard…" Brok muttered, completely out of it. "I saw it… I saw it…"
"He's here to apologize," I replied, placing a hand on Brok's shoulder. "Right, Broky-Brok?"
He didn't respond. Sophia's gaze dropped to his swollen purple eye and the cut on his eyebrow. She slowly lowered her hand from her gun and crossed her arms, studying us with a raised brow and a slight tilt of her hips.
"Wow," she said. "How did you even manage that, Marlowe?"
I didn't answer. I just tilted my head slightly and gave her a faint smile before slapping Brok roughly on the shoulder, pushing him forward. Man… today was a good day. Maybe the best day yet.
