Elena's P.O.V
“You know he’s always been protective of you, right?”
Maribelle said it so casually I almost choked on the tea Grandma May had forced into my hands.
It was already evening, and training was long over. I hadn’t seen Aaron since morning though. I wondered what he was doing.
I blinked at her. “Excuse me?”
She leaned against the counter, smirk tugging at her lips. “Aaron. My brother. You think he just started noticing you yesterday?”
I laughed. “He barely speaks to me. If that’s your idea of protective, then I guess silence is a love language.”
Mari rolled her eyes. “Please. You don’t see it because you’re too busy pretending not to.”
I pointed my spoon at her. “Or maybe there’s nothing to see.”
She only smirked harder. That smirk made me want to dump
