Chapter 7: What Brothers Do
"You look like you haven't slept," Rowan said, dropping onto her couch with the comfortable familiarity of someone who had been doing it for years.
"Good morning to you too." Nia handed him a coffee and sat in the chair across from him. "I slept."
"How much."
"Enough."
He gave her the look of one he had been deploying since they were teenagers that meant he knew exactly what enough meant in her language. "Nia."
"Three hours. Maybe four." She wrapped both hands around her mug. "Seren?"
"Still negotiating." He tilted his head toward the hallway. "She gave half her breakfast to the bears. By name. Gerald got the toast, Stephanie got the orange slice, and Mr. Roof who I have not been formally introduced to yet got the last of the cereal."
Despite everything,
