I sat nursing a fresh cup of tea and trying to enjoy a peaceful afternoon.
Keyword: trying.
Because, despite my best efforts to look composed and stoic, the purple mark peeking out above my collar was announcing itself to the whole room.
That was one issue.
The second issue? Selena sat across from me, taking a deliberately slow sip from her cup. Her eyes danced with an insufferable and devious gleam as she set the saucer down.
"You know, Sis," she began, leaning back against the cushions with an innocent sigh. "I was starting to think I’d have to file a missing person report with Miguel. I haven't seen your face in nearly two days."
"Hey!" I nearly choked, setting the cup down so fast tea spilled over the rim. "I was... resting. We had a very long week of diplomacy and pack affairs
