Rune sat with one leg crossed over the other, arms folded tightly against his chest. His stern gaze bore into me, unyielding, as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. The air between us was thick with unspoken words, tension humming like a drawn bowstring.
Across the room, Nox lounged lazily, popping snacks into his mouth, utterly unbothered by the weight of the interrogation about to unfold. His complete lack of concern only made my anxiety spike. I cleared my throat, searching for the right words to begin.
"Um... Brother... That—"
"Go back to your real form," he commanded, his voice as sharp as a blade slicing through the pretense.
I swallowed and nodded, withdrawing the mana from my ear stud. The illusion melted away, revealing Reina's form beneath. The weight of my natural presence settled around me, but Rune's expression didn't change. If anything, his frown deepened.
"Now, explain."
