Razeals POV~
Razeal looked at Sofia without speaking.
He did not rush to answer her. His gaze lingered on her face instead, studying the details most people missed when emotions ran high the stiffness in her shoulders, the way her jaw remained locked as if she were holding herself together through sheer force, the faint tremor in her fingers where they gripped the newspaper too tightly. Anger was there, yes. But beneath it lay something less stable. Conflict. Fear. A need for certainty she was no longer sure she would receive.
She wanted an answer. That much was obvious.
But more than that, she wanted something solid.. something that would stop the ground beneath her from shifting further.
