Sophia took a deep breath and, with a quivering voice, tried to explain.
"Corora, it's not what you think. Lyerin and I were forced—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Lyerin raised a hand, cutting her off smoothly.
"Let me handle this," he said, his tone firm yet calm. His gaze never left Sophia, and there was a seriousness in his eyes that made her fall silent instantly.
She swallowed hard, stepping back as she cast her eyes down.
Lyerin, however, allowed a faint smile to tug at the corner of his lips.
"That's what I like about you," he said, his voice softer now, almost playful. "I keep things running smoothly here in this tribe so you all stay safe. And you, Sophia, at least you're the only one who listens to me very well. You always know your place."
He reached out, pinching her nose gently and playfully, his touch light but enough to send her heart racing.
