Chapter 245: The Waiting
Lysander's gaze met Orion's briefly, a flicker of acknowledgment passing between them before he turned toward Sophia. His eyes softened as he looked at her, reading the depth of the fear and urgency written on her face. For a moment, he simply nodded, a small gesture that carried volumes—he would listen.
Sophia's pulse thumped violently in her chest, echoing the rhythm of the storm that still raged outside. She swallowed hard, trying to maintain composure, and then caught Marta's sharp, assessing glance. Marta's presence was commanding, as if her very being reminded the others in the room that she was the one with control, with experience.
"I'll take charge," Marta said, her voice steady, cutting through the tense air. She didn't wait for arguments or explanations. Her eyes swept over Lysander, Orion, and Sophia, stopping just long enough on each before continuing. "We don't have time for hesitation. Brynhild will have her baby. We move, now."
