Raven’s POV
The morning sun filtered through the heavy velvet curtains, casting a warm golden hue across the dining room. I sat stiffly at the long oak table, surrounded by them…my brothers. Well, not by blood….not really yet as it makes me feel uncomfortable to address them that way.
Breakfast was laid out like a feast. Roasted meats, fish cooked to perfection, thick sauces in tiny porcelain bowls, and fresh bread rolls that smelled like heaven. Yet, I had no appetite. I pushed the meat away gently. It wasn’t because it didn’t smell good. I just wasn’t a meat type.
Cassian looked up from his plate. “Don’t want the meat?” he asked softly, his voice almost too gentle for someone like him.
I shook my head.
He didn’t wait for more. He reached over with his long fingers and gently swapped
