Auren POV
Lorien stayed silent for the entire drive home. She wouldn’t meet my eyes; she watched the world slide past the passenger window instead. Every time Rion leaned over Olyssia to perform that infuriating twin-telepathy routine with Lior, my fingers tightened on the wheel.
I kept sneaking glances at her. Her hair still damp was swept into a neat bun that made her look poised and almost regal. With the curls pulled back, her face was impossible to ignore. She wasn’t angry anymore. She looked…blank. Hollow.
I knew Lysandra had rattled her. Lorien had admitted to jealousy, but I didn’t know how to fix it. I’d felt my own green flashes jealous of Rhael as much as she’d admitted to being jealous of Lysandra and that realization sliced through me. Whatever line we’d drawn between us ha
