As I dare to inch closer, it’s Raven who spins toward me with a brow raised and hidden wink. “Coffee?” “Hot Chocolate?” Her grin is wide and instant, her eyes tight and something else I can’t note. They shift to Royce, to the glass set out on the counter that must have been for him, something hot and steaming already inside it, and drops the one Maddoc pulled out for me directly beside it, a low and self-murmured, “perfect” following.
