"What are you saying?" I asked, my voice sharp and confused.

Raven’s brows furrowed deeply, her eyes narrowing like she was studying me—no, searching for something. Her stare wasn’t just casual. It was intense, like she was trying to read my soul and the chaos swirling within it.

"What?" I asked again, my voice low this time, cautious. "What is it?"

She blinked, shook her head, and looked away. "Nothing," she muttered.

But it wasn’t nothing. It was something. I just didn’t know what. And that made me want to know even more.

The tray of half-eaten breakfast sat beside me on the table, forgotten. I reached out and dropped...