The morning after Sebastian’s visit felt strangely quiet. I woke up thinking about his kind words and the way Lucian had tensed up beside me. It was hard to shake the feeling that the two Draven men saw me very differently. One with gentle concern, the other with cold rules mixed with those confusing touches that left me breathless.
I went downstairs for breakfast. Lucian was already there, scrolling through his phone. He barely looked up when I sat down.
“Morning,” I said softly.
“Morning.” His reply was short, as usual.
We ate in silence for a while. Then Mrs. Hale approached the table with a hesitant expression.
“Mr. Draven, there was a message from the Sinclair house. Isadora’s condition has worsened. She’s been taken to the hospital. They thought Aurora should know.”
My fork fro
