Rory
My silence lasted exactly two seconds too long, and I watched Dray read every one of them.
Something shifted behind his eyes — not surprise, he'd clearly already known the answer before he'd asked the question, more like confirmation landing somewhere it hurt worse for having been expected. He turned his head away first, staring at the rain-streaked window instead of at me, jaw working like he was chewing on something too large to swallow whole.
"That's what I thought." He stepped back, putting real distance between us, his voice dropping into something colder than anything he'd said all night. Not shouting. Worse than shouting — flat, final, the sound of a door closing somewhere deep behind his eyes.
"Dray, I don't actually think—"
"You spent months looking at my brother and me
