you’ve not once said my name.” “You’re Raiden Miller, Rachelle’s big brother,” I told him and, for some bizarre reason, that made him burst out laughing. It was gorgeous, lush. It warmed me through and through, and I smiled while he did it, but I didn’t understand it. When it started waning, I said, “I don’t get it. Why are you laughing?” He trained his amazing eyes on me. “Rache would love that. She’s always been Raiden’s little sister.”
