As the silence stretched on, Christian finally took the initiative and spoke in the calmest tone he could muster.
"Actually, I'm just going to take care of an assassin and then come back."
Annabelle's pupils quivered slightly at his words, but in the end, she simply replied, "Is that so?"
Feeling guilty, and unable to even meet her eyes, Christian nodded and said, "Yes. And you can ask Iris anytime about how things are progressing if you get worried... or just curious."
Annabelle scuffed in frustration, her tone laced with spite. "If you didn't want me to be worried at first, how could I possibly be now?"
"That… was me not thinking enough," Christian admitted, his voice laced with regret.
"I'm sorry," he added, lowering his head as he apologized.
Annabelle stared at her brother, feeling like she had a million things to say. But in the end, she said nothing. Instead, she simply opened her arms, her expression softening ever so slightly.
