ROSALIE’s POV
I had been half-asleep on the couch with a textbook still open on my lap when the front door finally opened. The sound of boots and familiar voices drifted in, followed by the shuffle of jackets being shrugged off. For a second I just listened, expecting some post-race noise, or discussion about the race. One I’d heard Levi do in the past.
Instead there was a stretch of quiet that felt a little off, but I didn’t think much of it. I sat up, stretched, and called out without looking toward the doorway yet.
“You’re back late. Did you at least win?”
Only then did I turn my head—and the words died in my throat.
They looked wrecked.
Theodore had a darkening bruise along his jaw. Lucian’s lower lip was split, a thin line of dried blood still visible at the corner. Adrian’s knu
