Vincent/Vaelthor~
"It's strange," I said quietly, as if speaking only to Katrina. "How even at breakfast, I can still feel the room watching me."
Her brows pulled together. "What do you mean?"
I tilted my head toward her family, lowering my voice but making sure it carried just enough for the right ears to catch. "Your brother. Nicholas. Even your parents. It's like they're waiting for me to make the wrong move."
She stiffened slightly. I'd planted the seed. Now I just had to water it.
"That's not true," she whispered fiercely. "They're just… protective."
"Protective," I repeated softly, letting the word drip with just enough bitterness to curl under her skin. "Or suspicious?"
Alexander's fork clinked against his plate.
"I can hear you," he said coolly.
Katrina whipped her head toward him. "Alex."
He leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Well, if he's going to whisper about us like we're not sitting right here, then yeah, I'm going to answer."
