So does mine.
“I’m serious,” I say, my voice quieter now. “You should at least let me stay until Luna settles in.”
His eyes lock on mine before dropping to my hand on his chest.
Then he looks back up at me. “This isn’t about the kitten.”
No, it isn’t.
I just smile. “Are you sure?”
He swallows hard.
The front door opens before he can answer.
Ivy’s laugh floats in first, followed by Sebastian’s heavier footsteps and the smell of pizza.
I step back smoothly like nothing happened.
Ivy appears in the bedroom doorway holding two pizza boxes. She stops short.
Her gaze goes from Drew to me. Then to the open boxes.
A slow, delighted grin spreads across her face. “Oh my God. You organized his closet.”
I beam.
Drew drags a hand down his face. “Please don’t.”
Ivy ignores him. “That is incredibly romantic.”
“You mean incredibly terrifying,” Drew mutters.
“Both,” Sebastian says from behind her.
He steps into the room carrying drinks, his eyes going straight to the color-coded closet.
“You let her do that?” he asks.
“I didn’t let her,” Drew says. “She just… did it.”
The strangest part is he doesn’t look angry. Just confused.
Ivy leans against the doorframe, openly entertained. “She really is like me.”
Sebastian’s gaze stays on me. “No. She’s not.”
Drew looks between us. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means Ivy breaks into your life like a tornado.”
Ivy beams. “Accurate.”
His eyes never leave mine. “But Violet?” he says quietly. “She moves in like she’salwaysbelonged there.”
A soft, dangerous silence follows.
I hold his gaze.
