My head throbbed as I stared at the computer screen, the design lines beginning to blur together. I'd been working non-stop since the confrontation with Rhys yesterday, desperately trying to lose myself in work rather than think about his words or Blaise's thinly veiled accusations.
A gentle knock interrupted my thoughts. Before I could respond, Orion's tall figure filled the doorway, his silver eyes taking in my hunched posture and the untouched coffee beside me.
"You look terrible," he said bluntly.
I couldn't help but smile. That was one thing I appreciated about Orion – he never sugarcoated anything.
"Thanks," I replied dryly. "Just what every girl wants to hear."
He strode into my office, casually perching on the edge of my desk. "You're overdoing it, Elara. When was the last time you slept properly?"
I rubbed my temples. "Sleep is for the weak."
