I glanced at it, then swam towards it and saw an unknown number flashing on the screen, and decided whatever it was could wait. The hot water of the public bath had finally started to loosen the deep ache on my body. I wasn’t about to let a random call pull me out of this fragile peace. Not now.
The spa had thinned out. Dara had stepped away to take a business call, leaving just the three of us girls submerged in the mineral pool—me, Brianna, and the quiet tension that had followed us from the penthouse. Steam curled around our shoulders like secrets we weren’t ready to share.
Brianna lounged against the tiled edge, her dark hair slicked back, looking every bit the untouchable Hall twin. Her eyes kept drifting to me with that calculating glint, like she was still processing whatever fig
