RAFAEL
The morning air usually cleared my head, but today, even a five-mile sprint had not burned off the restless energy under my skin. I pushed through the back entrance of my house, sweaty and breathing heavily. I strode straight into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water.
"Morning, Rafael. You're up early."
I looked up as my step-sister, Gina, walked into the kitchen. She was still wearing her silk robe and her hair tied back. She looked relaxed and peaceful in a way she hadn't in months.
"Gina," I nodded as I wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead. "Morning."
"What do you want for breakfast? I can whip up some eggs and toast before you head out," she said with a gentle smile and walked over to the counter.
“Let the servants handle the chores, Gina. You don't need
