Fiona
Thanks to the moon goddess, Orion’s desk was a bow shaped one, hiding me from the eyes of the stranger who sat in front.
My brother walked around the study and I couldn’t quite figure what he was doing—checking if there was anyone else inside maybe?
Then finally, his legs became visible as he came to sit behind the desk. There was a silence that stretched for eternity, and I wondered for a moment—-were they doing a staring competition? Or could they possibly be speaking through a mind link?
It didn’t take long before I got my answer. My brother cleared his throat—I could hear the ruffling of papers before he spoke.
“You could have avoided killing him,” he said, so casually that I wouldn’t be surprised if they were talking about a chicken.
A small part of me whispered that th
