Aubree’s POV
I didn’t mean to overhear them.
I really didn’t.
I’d only gotten up because I couldn’t sleep — too many emotions twisting inside me, too many confessions replaying in my head.
Abel’s soft “I’ve been in love with you since I was fifteen,” Carter’s quiet agreement, the protective weight of their bodies flanking mine.
I slipped out of the bed carefully, leaving them sleeping — or pretending to sleep — and padded toward the suite door to get water.
But before my hand touched the knob, I froze.
Raised voices echoed from the sitting room.
Abel.
Carter.
And they were not whispering.
“You keep acting like you get the moral high ground,” Abel snapped, voice sharp and furious, “but you’re not any better than me, Carter.”
Carter’s voice came low but lethal. “I never claimed t
