Chapter 107: Shorty and the Oaf
"What are you doing, shorty?" Orion asked her when he heard the shuffling sounds.
Sophia's head snapped up, her lips parting in indignation at the casual insult drifting down from the branches. Moonlight spilled through the canopy of the trees above, kissing Orion's figure where he lounged like some smug predator with not a care in the world.
Her hands curled into fists at her sides. "You know, you're being very disrespectful."
Orion shifted just enough to peek down at her, one brow arched in lazy amusement. "Disrespectful?"
"Yes." She jutted her chin, refusing to be cowed by his tone. "I shouldn't be referred to as 'shorty.' It's rude."
His lips twitched. "But you are short."
