~Nyla’s POV~
I take a slow breath, then I start walking down, carefully. Watching my steps so I don’t miss one.
My body still aches from earlier, but I keep moving like nothing is wrong even though I yearn for a proper massage but who do I ask for one? Hmmmm…
By the time I reach the last step, voices are already filling the room.
“…that’s not what I said—”
“It is, you just don’t want to admit it—”
A small laugh follows.
Then, they notice me.
“Nyla.”
I look up. Everyone is now looking at me.
“Come over,” Darius says, motioning toward the table. “You’re just in time. We have a guest.”
A guest.
My eyes shift to him. Him—a guest? Isn't he supposed to be family?
He’s seated beside Darius, relaxed, chewing his food like nothing happened earlier.
He doesn't look at me, not even once
