Rhydor's POV
Torin was sitting in the chair like someone had put him there and he had not moved since.
Not the way he usually sat. Not the easy sprawl of someone comfortable in whatever space they happened to occupy.
This was different. Slumped. His shoulders were carrying a weight that his body had stopped trying to redistribute. His head was down when I walked in and his hands were loose between his knees and everything about him said that whatever had happened between Hollowcrown and here had cost him something he had not finished accounting for yet.
Silas stopped at the door behind me.
"I will give you two a moment," he said quietly.
The door clicked shut.
I stood in the middle of the room and looked at Torin and let the silence sit there for a moment. Not because I had nothing to say. Because the anger moving through my chest needed to stay where it was until I had information. Anger without information was just noise and noise was not going to tell me where she was.
