Riley’s pov
Christopher, Xavier, and Alexander strode into the cafeteria, their expressions cold and unreadable. They looked like they had come straight out of a storm, their eyes fixed on Claire with an intensity that made the entire room go still. Claire's grip on the bowl tightened for a second before her hand dropped slowly, the soup splashing slightly as she set it back on the tray. She looked from the triplets to her friends, clearly rattled.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Christopher’s voice was low but icy, cutting through the silence.
Claire blinked, trying to recover her composure. "This isn't your business," she spat, though her voice had lost some of its usual venom. "She…"
"She what?" Xavier cut in, his tone darker than his brother's. His eyes flicked to the soup and
