~Hermes~

Ted walked in, the sound of his steps, slicing clean through the tension like a scalpel.

"What's going on here?"he asked, his tone calm—too calm.

June jerked away from me so fast the air between us shattered. I exhaled sharply, feeling the loss like someone had just punched a fist through my ribs. And then I watched—forced myself to watch—as Ted's hand settled at the small of her waist.

A place my hand had memorized first.

My stomach twisted. Tightened. Soured.

This must be ...