Ravyn had hoped—foolishly—that seeing her upright, breathing, smiling would be enough. It wasn’t. Rion’s relief lasted exactly three seconds. Then it curdled into fury.
“Do you have any idea,” he snapped, his voice rising as he stalked fully into the room, “how many times I tried to reach you?”
Ravyn flinched without meaning to, hitting the bandage by the side of her waist. She had to endure the pain that came with it so her brother wouldn’t notice her discomfort.
“I called,” Rion continued, his hands raking through his hair. “I texted. I tracked. And every single time I asked to speak to my sister, someone told me she was busy, or resting, or unavailable. Unavailable?” He laughed harshly. “You don’t make yourself unavailable when people are hunting you.”
“We weren’t hunting—” Sebastia
