Iris’s POV
I kept my hand over his, my fingers laced with his, and I watched the city lights blur past the window in streaks of gold and red. I should have felt settled. The dinner was over. I had survived. But Victor's voice was still in my head, his words still pressed against my skin like fingerprints I could not wipe away.
"You look beautiful tonight. Haunted. But beautiful."
Marcus squeezed my hand, "Helen loved you. She does not usually warm up to people that fast."
I snapped out of my daydreaming fast enough to reply.
"I liked her too." Helen had been warm and had looked at me like I was someone worth welcoming into her family.
Marcus's hand squeezed my thigh gently. "See? You are one of us now so no more nerves."
One of us.
Technically, I was one of them now. I was engaged
