LAYLA'S POV
I'm still tasting copper from last night's reckoning when I notice that Rafe has moved one seat further away at breakfast again.
He is pulling back and he thinks I haven't noticed.
He’s sitting one seat further at meals – far enough that our thighs no longer brush under the table. He doesn't come to my door at night. He doesn't stand guard near my end of the hallway. When we pass in the corridor, he meets my eyes but doesn't hold them the way he used to – the way that made the air go thick between us and turned my brain to static.
I notice immediately because I've been watching these three men with the same precision I watch Megan's council. I know the difference between Rafe being quiet and Rafe choosing silence. This is the second one, and it started the morning after he
