Octavius held his breath in anticipation as he waited for Thorne to approach him. A flurry of anxious questions swirled in his mind, threatening to unsettle his carefully constructed composure. Had his cover been blown already? Was Thorne onto him? Octavius's nerves hummed with tension as he struggled to steady himself, his eyes fixed intently on Thorne's approaching figure.
However, in a surprising twist, Thorne walked past him, his gaze settling instead on the person standing next to Octavius - Amy. It was then that Octavius realized, with a mix of relief and curiosity, that Thorne's attention had never actually been focused on him.
Thorne's eyes had been locked onto Amy all along. And yet, Octavius felt an inexplicable pang of disappointment, unsure why Thorne's interest in her should stir such a reaction within him knowing that he never want Thorne to detect who he was just yet
