In the workshop where Iris had been forged, two weeks had passed, yet metal parts still clanked as they were fitted into place. A welding torch sparked, lighting the corner in short, sharp bursts. Motors hummed steadily, tools buzzed in uneven rhythms, and cooling fans ran in the background without pause.
The machines were working. And so were the silent Beta and Shae.
Moving through the scene at an unhurried pace was Anastasia, her steps light, her gaze drifting across the room. Nothing seemed overtly wrong, yet something felt slightly off.
Were they really still not getting along, even after all this time?
Boredom crept in easily. Especially now, when Christian seemed to be taking things more easily. No, slacking would be the more accurate word. And with nothing demanding her attention, her thoughts wandered to all kinds of useless questions.
She considered returning to her position in the forging room instead of lingering here.
