Ravyn was grateful her brother still hadn’t caught on to her shenanigans. Granted, she’d scrubbed off every trace of Sebastian’s scent until her skin was sore, but that didn’t stop the anxiety building in her stomach the next morning. It felt like a ticking bomb—one wrong move, and everything she’d been hiding would explode.
Rion was already at the kitchen counter when she came downstairs, still in his work shirt, sleeves rolled up, eyes bleary from another night shift. He was stirring coffee with one hand, flipping through the news on his phone with the other. When he looked up and smiled, it was that same brotherly smile that used to make her feel safe. Only now, it made her guilt flare.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, his voice rough from exhaustion. “How was your first day?”
Ravyn f
