Chapter 43: Right Place, Right Time
"So what if I was?" Soleia retorted, crossing her arms. "What are you going to do about it?"
Orion’s eyebrow twitched and he grabbed her arm. He ended up touching her bare skin since the thornhound had so helpfully ripped through her dress. A strange look crossed his face as he stared at her; Soleia returned his gaze with a determined tilt of her chin before she wrenched his arm away.
Unfortunately, such an action exposed more of her skin to his gaze. The outer layer of the dress was hanging for dear life. Soleia could only thank her lucky stars that the thornhounds hadn’t ripped through most of the inner lining of the body of her dress.
If not, she would be standing in front of Orion in nothing.
Her pride wouldn’t be able to suffer such a blow!
"What happened to your clothes?" Orion’s tone changed. His eyes narrowed in on the pale skin, exposed to the harsh wind.
Soleia could almost imagine he was concerned. That was such a ludicrous thought that she had to snort.
"I ripped it off by myself, despite being in the freezing cold and surrounded by bloodthirsty creatures, because I clearly have so many outfits that I would consign this dress to the trash heap," Soleia said flatly. "What do you think, Your Grace?"
The corner of Orion’s mouth twitched faintly, as though he was trying to suppress a smile. However, his customary scowl took over his face as he remembered who Soleia had mistaken him for.
"You were waiting for Ralph. Was he supposed to be the one ripping your dress?"
"Oh, for the love of God!" Soleia lamented, planting her face into her hands, aggrieved.