Wren
Something changed in the house after festival week, and nobody would tell me what.
It wasn't cold. It was the opposite of cold, and that was what made it so strange. All three of them got gentler. Careful, the way people get careful around something precious. Zephyr, who had kissed me under the full moon like the world was ending, didn't kiss me again, but he didn't pull away either. He was just there, steady, warm, close, like a man standing guard over something he wouldn't name. Caius came back from wherever he'd gone the night of the kiss, and his jokes were all still there, but sometimes I'd catch him looking at me with his whole heart in his face, and when I caught him, he'd smile like he'd been caught stealing and look away. And Lucien watched me the way he watches a wound tha
