Part 7
I didn’t eat.
Not because I wasn’t hungry. I was, but because every fiber of my being felt too wound up, too aware of the three of them watching me like I was already theirs.
And I refused to let them see me like that.
So I sat there, arms crossed and pretending I wasn’t hyper-aware of the way Dante’s eyes stayed locked on my every move, the way Julian’s smirk grew sharper every time I shifted under his gaze, the way Kade was watching me too closely, like he was waiting for some inevitable moment of surrender.
It was suffocating.
I needed to move.
So I stood up slowly, ignoring the heat curling through my stomach when all three of them tracked the motion.
“I want to go outside,” I said, my voice steady.
Dante raised an eyebrow. “Outside?”
I gestured vaguely toward the wall
