FIONA
July, of course, noticed none of the silent interactions between her brother and I.
“Brother.” she said, holding on to his arm as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re late.”
“Unlike you, I have a Kingdom to rule,” he replied calmly, taking the seat beside me. “I’m allowed to be late.”
July snorts. “Father rules the kingdom.”
“Someone should remind him of that,” Ethan replied. He bit into an apple and a drop of the juice trailed down his jaw.
The urge to wipe it, or better yet, taste it was so strong that I choked on air. Coughing, I lifted my cup to my lips and took a deep swallow.
When I dropped the cup, I found Ethan staring openly at me.
He reached for a cup and poured himself coffee, then stretched his hand across the back of my chair. My body tightened lik
