I picked at the last few bites of food on my plate, suddenly losing my appetite.
The dining room felt much quieter now that both brothers were gone.
Only Iris and I remained, along with a few servants clearing the table.
“You’ve been thinking for the past five minutes,” Iris observed.
“Have I?”
“Mhm.”
“About what?”
She gave me a knowing look.
“You know exactly what.”
I rolled my eyes.
“If you’re about to mention Cain again, don’t.”
“I’m definitely about to mention Cain again.”
I let out an exaggerated groan.
“Can we talk about something else?”
“No.”
“Iris…”
“You still like him.”
I nearly dropped my fork.
“I do not, at least not for now,” I said with a pout.
“You do.”
“I don’t.”
She rested her chin on her palm.
“Then why are you staring at the door he walked through?”
