I kissed her cheek, then rested my sweaty forehead against the back of her head. “I love you too, Skye. I’ll do anything you ask.”
Chapter 19
Rafe
Dinner went as expected.
Zephyr had cooked, which wasn’t surprising. I’d never seen Skye cook anything, and since Zephyr had made himself the head of household in their parents’ absence, it made sense he’d know how to cook something.
Simple pasta was fine with me. I could never turn down carbs.
Same for Skye. At the academy, she’d eaten some form of pasta or pizza or rice at almost every meal except for breakfast. But that was because she wasn’t a breakfast person. She was acoffeeperson.
It was nearly eight o’clock at night and she and Zephyr both had mugs in front of them. Aiden was drinking some fancy soda that I knew had to belong to Zephyr, and I longed for a glass of wine but thought it would be rude to ask. Double rude, if I considered Aiden’ssortofsobriety.
Skye and Aiden had clearly had a fun afternoon after I’d left them. They were like a couple of schoolchildren, giggling and whispering to each other while Zephyr stared me down over the garlic bread.
He rested his elbows on the table with his hands clasped in front of his mouth. He was silent, his piercing eyes assessing me. I got the distinct feeling that he was finding me lacking.
“How was your day, Zephyr?” I asked.
He hummed, but didn’t reply.
Skye shot him a look, then widened her eyes at him.
“Fine,” he muttered.
I nodded along.
There was an awkward pause…but I wasn’t about to break it. I loved awkward pauses. Aiden squirmed as he looked between us, probably thinking there was about to be a fight.
Wasthere about to be a fight?
I hoped not. I was strong, but…
Zephyr was also strong.
Without affinities, he’d probably easily snap one of my bones. With affinities? Well…I didn’t actually know what his affinitieswere, still.
“What?” Zephyr asked, looking a little horrified.
I blinked.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Zephyr asked sharply.
I almost chuckled. I hadn’t realized I’d zoned out while staring at him.
“I was just wondering what your affinities are.”
The table went silent just as a hollow thump sounded from somewhere in the apartment. No one reacted to the sound, though, except maybe Aiden, who was staring into his pasta like it had all the answers to his problems.
I blinked again. Had I imagined that?
Zephyr stared at me with a furrowed brow, then looked to his sister, who only stared in surprise.
“Did I say something wrong?” I asked.
“Why are you asking?” Zephyr hedged.
