Raelynn's jaw dropped, her mouth forming a perfect "O" of shock as Elion's words echoed in her mind. For a moment, she was too stunned to react. Then, as if trying to shake off the absurdity of what she just heard, she laughed, but it sounded more like a sigh.
"Okay, stop playing around," she said, waving a hand in the air as if to dismiss the conversation entirely. "We need to be serious right now."
Elion, lounging casually on the couch with his drink still in hand, leaned back slightly. He didn't budge; his face stayed serious, and his eyes never wavered.
"Who's joking?" he asked, his voice calm and measured, yet carrying an edge that sent a shiver down her spine.
Raelynn's smile faltered, her laughter dying as she searched his face. No trace of amusement, no smirk or gleam of mischief in his eyes. Just seriousness—unyielding, almost chilling seriousness.
