Nevara
By the time we made it back to the cabin, my head was buzzing—not with pain, but with questions. Little ones. Subtle. The kind that didn’t make noise but refused to shut up.
The image of Vanessa. The ring. The way Tobias had answered without hesitation. Too smooth. Too fast.
And now, as the warmth of the fire greeted us and the savory smell of roasted vegetables drifted from the kitchen, I felt it again—that itch beneath the skin. The one that whispered you’re not imagining this.
“We should warm up,” Tobias said cheerfully, shedding his coat and hanging it by the door. “Let me make some tea before I finish up lunch.”
I shrugged out of my jacket and folded it over the back of the chair. “Actually… I was thinking maybe I could make the tea today.”
He paused, just slightly. His s
