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“What?” He looked at me, all faux innocence. “She asked.”

“I know she asked. I’m asking you not to answer.”

Raven turned on me immediately. “Truth. Stop hating.”

“I’m not hating, I’m protecting you from a life you don’t understand yet.”

“If she gets your blessing,” Amai said, addressing me now, that easy smirk pulling at his mouth, “I’ll set it up. I think they’d hit it off.”

“Get your butt to work,” I said, pointing toward the door, “and stop trying to play matchmaker in my kitchen at eight in the morning.”

“She asked me a direct question,” he said, holding both hands up. “What was I supposed to do, lie to my future sister-in-law?”

The kitchen went dead silent.

I stared at him. “Your what?”

“You heard me.”

“You said future sister-in-law.”

“I did.” He said it so simply, so matter-of-fact, like he hadn’t just detonated something in the middle of my kitchen with my sisters standing three feet away, holding coffee mugs.

“Amai.”

He stepped closer, and something shifted in his eyes—that intensity that always sat underneath the easy charm, rising up now, steady and unshaken. “If you think we’re going through all this,” he said, low enough that it felt like it was just for me, even though my sisters were right there, “just for you to be the mother of my kids, you’re out your mind.”

I couldn’t say anything. My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

“As soon as this settles,” he continued, “all of it—I’m proposing. The right way. Not like this, not in a kitchen with juice on the counter. Properly.”

Then, he kissed me, slow, and I felt it everywhere—in my chest, in my knees, in the sudden ringing silence of my own thoughts.

When he pulled back, I just stood there. Speechless. Blinking.

“I’ll see you later,” he said, grabbing his keys off the counter like he hadn’t just rearranged my entire nervous system, and then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

The kitchen stayed quiet for exactly three seconds.

Then, Saroya set her mug down hard enough to rattle the counter. “Did he just⁠—”

“He did,” Honor said.

Raven was already grinning, wide and delighted. “Girl.”

I still hadn’t moved. I still hadn’t found a single word.

“Truth.” Honor snapped her fingers in front of my face. “You good?”

I wasn’t. I wasn’t good at all. I was something else entirely—something warm and terrified and impossibly full, all at once, standing in my kitchen with my heart doing something it hadn’t done in years.

“I don’t know,” I finally said. “I really don’t know.”

Saroya snapped her fingers this time, right in front of my face, harder than Honor had. “Truth. Snap out of it. Whatever it was you needed him gone to tell us—spill it. Now.”

I blinked, and the kitchen came back into focus—the counter, the juice, my sisters all staring at me like I owed them rent. I let out a long breath and pulled a stool out from under the island, sitting down before my knees decided to do something embarrassing.

“Okay,” I said. “So, Kaisen…”