Auren POV

Lorien stayed silent for the entire drive home. She wouldn’t meet my eyes; she watched the world slide past the passenger window instead. Every time Rion leaned over Olyssia to perform that infuriating twin-telepathy routine with Lior, my fingers tightened on the wheel.

I kept sneaking glances at her. Her hair still damp was swept into a neat bun that made her look poised and almost regal. With the curls pulled back, her face was impossible to ignore. She wasn’t angry anymore. ...