~CELINE’S POV~
I notice it immediately. The change.
The space. The agonizing silence.
Breakfast is usually tense, but today, it’s different. Hunter doesn’t throw any sharp remarks my way. Doesn’t send one of his unreadable glances across the table.
He doesn’t even look at me.
I linger at the dining room entrance, waiting for something—anything—but he just keeps eating, scrolling through his phone like I don’t exist.
Like last night never happened.
Vincent had crashed here, coming back all wasted and puking his lungs out, the head maid had almost lost her wit, trying to get him upstairs to the guest room.
And, of course, picks up on it. He always does.
“What’s with the mood, Reid?” Vincent smirks, stabbing into his eggs. “Didn’t sleep well?”
Hunter doesn’t even gl
