Nora crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Roblan, though there was no real heat behind it. "You're imagining things," she said firmly.
"Jolthar and I are just… colleagues. That's it."
Jolthar's smirk widened as he leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. The tension that had gripped the room moments ago had dissolved into something lighter, though the weight of their situation still loomed in the background.
He glanced at Nora, who was glaring at him with a mix of shock and indignation, and decided to push her buttons just a little further.
"No, if I have to say," Jolthar began, his tone deliberately casual, "you're more like my stepdaughter."
Nora's eyes widened, her brows twisting in pure disbelief.
For a moment, she seemed unable to process what he had just said.
Then, her face flushed with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "What the fuck are you talking about?" she snapped, her voice rising an octave.
Jolthar's smirk didn't waver.
