Saoirse
The laughter around the table feels loud, but somehow distant. Dane’s cackle, Zane’s stupid flirting, KD’s calm aura—and then Rhaziel. Sitting there, quiet but sharp, eyes like smoke, and only he knows I nearly cried after seeing Cyrus and Rachel wrapped up like they weren’t the end of my world.
Zane nudges a tray toward me like a peace offering. “C’mon, Saoirse. What do we gotta do to make that pretty mouth smile?”
“If you shut it,” Dane says without missing a beat, tossing a fry in Zane’s direction. “Or maybe leave her alone for five minutes?”
That earns a round of snickers from the table. Even Rhaziel lets the corner of his lips twitch.
I sigh and try to hold in a smile. Fail. Just a tiny one.
“She smiled—because of me,” Zane announces like he just cured depression, slappi
