I make it to my room by six. Kick my shoes off at the door, drop my bag on the floor, and sit on the edge of the bed with my hands in my lap. The afternoon light is coming through the curtains in long strips and the room is warm and quiet and I just sit there staring at nothing.
Sienna knows. Or she suspects, which lands the same way. If she opens her mouth to the right people, if it gets back to our parents—
Three sharp knocks.
I get up and pull the door open and my heart jumps straight into my throat. Cain. Hair still wet from the gym, black tee pulled tight across his chest, jaw set hard. His knuckles are split on his right hand and his dark eyes find mine immediately and don’t move.
“What are you doing here?”
He doesn’t answer. Just walks in, and he’s close enough that I have to s
