Raelynn's POV

Roldan waits in the kitchen, fingers clutching a glass of water as though it’s the only thing grounding him. His eyes light on me the moment I enter, and a nervous energy ripples from him.

“Hey,” he says softly, stepping closer and offering the glass. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” The word slips past my lips, automatic and hollow. I take the water and sip, then make my way to the counter to leave the glass in the sink. ...