When Orion returned to the chieftain's tent in the center of Blackstone City, he was greeted by the sight of Lilith, Violet, and Lysinthia enchanting the elders' weapons.
The scene caught Orion by surprise, but it also filled him with satisfaction.
Lilith was establishing her own authority within the horde.
This was a good thing.
Orion took his seat at the head of the table, poured himself a drink, and let the warmth of the alcohol spread through his body.
"You don't have to push yourself so hard," he said, glancing at Lilith, who was leaning against him while watching Violet and Lysinthia work.
"I envy their abilities," Lilith admitted, her tone soft but tinged with admiration.
Orion wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer so she could rest against his chest.
"Their abilities are yours as well," he said simply.
Lilith's heart melted at his words, a sweet warmth spreading through her.
