RIKA
Why would she invite me for breakfast and she wasn't there?
Einstein was already in his seat looking unbothered, working through a plate stacked higher than his head probably should have allowed, Cade beside him in a grey hoodie two sizes too big, picking at scrambled eggs with the concentration of a surgeon.
I didn't let myself react to that. Just moved to the empty seat, caught Einstein's raised fist with a light tap, ruffled Cade's curls once before dropping into my chair. The food was warm. The coffee was fresh. Everything was perfectly fine.
Except Kade was drilling a hole straight through the side of my skull.
I felt it the entire time I was filling my plate. That particular weight of someone staring hard enough to make the air feel different, hot with intention, loaded wit
