Chapter 246: Old Friends Reunite
"Perfect," Rafael said, huffing in mock disappointment. "You’re not dead yet."
Orion originally leaned his weight on his knee, propped by his elbow. When he heard Rafael’s voice, he looked up in the direction from which the sound came. His shoulders slackened, his posture turned slightly slouchy, and his lips parted to exhale a long breath.
"If I didn’t know any better, I would say you sound a little disappointed," Orion retorted. Then, after a second’s worth of pause, he added, "Then again, it seems like I don’t know Rafael Biroumand any better."
"Come on, old friend," Rafael said with an awkward chuckle. He looked down, grimaced dramatically at the pools of blood, and carefully made his way closer to where Orion was. "Are we still mad about that?"
Soleia cleared her throat in Rafael’s arms and threw him the nastiest glare when Rafael turned his gaze to her. He sheepishly chuckled a few times before awkwardly clearing his throat, peeping at Orion.
"Alright, the blame is on me, and everyone is indeed still rightfully upset, but I had my reasons."
"A rather awful set of reasons, might I add," Orion said.
With a groan, he rose from where he sat. He raised his arms over his head, and as he stretched, his muscles strained against the fabric of his blood-stained clothing.
"You were once a nobility," Rafael said, grumbling a little. "You of all people should know the woes that come with title and power. I have not listened to your complaints about your marriage arrangement for naught."