Then she came—Bea. Kafziel’s chest tightened immediately. Why now? Why here? he thought, his heart hammering.
His brother cleared his throat, glancing at him. “I called her,” he said, quiet but firm.
Bea stepped inside, her movements hesitant, a small bag hanging loosely from her shoulder. “Thanks for inviting me,” she said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
Kafziel’s lips parted slightly, words stuck in his throat. I didn’t expect her… I wasn’t ready…
“Okay, we’ll leave you two to catch up,” his brother said, giving Kafziel a knowing glance before stepping into the kitchen.
Kafziel’s gaze narrowed as the door clicked shut. What the hell are these guys planning? he thought, a knot of unease tightening in his stomach.
Bea looked at him, her voice small. “Kaf… we need to talk
