You're Binding Yourself to This?
Only when everyone else finished did Johny begin. Not hurried, though - his calm had slipped somehow. A quiet tension now sat where his relaxed manner used to be. Midway down the page, he paused… reversed course, retracing words already seen.
"…No… that can't be right…" he whispered.
Cynthia stayed still when it began. Then her breath caught - just once - as if startled by silence itself.
But now -
she stepped forward.
Fingers rose, lifting the parchment like a secret too heavy to name - danger wasn't in force, but weight of what it meant.
Her eyes moved.
Line by line.
And then -
they stopped.
A hush settled where noise had been. Stillness arrived without warning.
And then -
The room froze.
This time -
Not confusion.
Not hesitation.
Shock.
Pure shock.
Not loud.
Not explosive.
But absolute.
His eyes rose to meet Leon's as Ronan let the parchment dip, a flicker of doubt threading through his stare.
