Kendrick’s jaw tightened.
"No," he said, the word clipped and rough, like it cost him something.
I fiddled with the hem of my sleeve, glancing up through my lashes without really meaning to.
"Are you sure? I’m... pretty good at stirring."
Kyle made a strangled noise that might’ve been a laugh — or a curse.
Kingsley just muttered something under his breath and yanked open the fridge with more force than necessary.
Keegan hadn’t moved an inch.
But his knuckles were white where his hands gripped the edge of the counter.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, feeling a little dizzy from the way they all seemed to press toward me without moving at all.
I was playing with fire.
But I was born in it.
So maybe... just maybe... it wouldn’t burn me.
Right?
I bit my lip — nerve
