Wren's POV
Rhydian lets go of my wrist before Adrian rounds the corner, fast enough that I almost believe I imagined the whole thing, except my skin is still humming where his fingers were, a warmth that doesn't fade even after he's stepped back a full pace and folded his hands behind him as if nothing happened at all.
I busy myself at the nearest counter, wiping down a surface that was already clean, the old habit rising automatically and useless the second I feel exposed, and I hate myself a little for how quickly my body remembers that particular defense even here, even now, even with a man who's never once raised his voice at me the way Callum used to before he learned quiet worked better.
"Cousin," Adrian says, appearing in the doorway with a look that misses nothing. "I didn't rea
