THALIA’S POV
The tension in the room didn’t disappear when I spoke. It shifted subtly and sharply. Like something had been interrupted before it could turn into something worse.
Caleb stepped back first. Not far, just enough to create space, but I noticed the way his shoulders remained tight, his posture still coiled like he hadn’t completely let go of whatever had been building between them.
Ragnar didn’t move immediately. His gaze stayed locked on Caleb for a second longer than necessary before he finally looked away.
Only then did the air feel breathable again. The tension eased but still lingered between them. “What’s going on?” I repeated, slower this time, my eyes moving between them.
Caleb answered first. “It’s nothing,” he said, too quickly. That alone told me it wasn’t nothin
