Grant

“C’mon, it’s time for dinner,” Aria said, already heading toward the closet, her voice casual like the tension in the air wasn’t pressing down on both of us.

I didn’t move at first—I just watched her, the way her hair swung with each step, the way her bare shoulder caught the light as she disappeared behind the door.

She glanced over her shoulder. “Why are you still sitting? You know they’ll come dragging you out soon.”

I smirked at that and finally stood, dragging ...