-Roxy Delgado:
"I need to talk to you," I love my brother but right now I hated him for interrupting my moment with Sloane, he said as he stepped in my room, eyes fixed on me, completely avoiding looking at the flustered doctor who's stabdibg by the corner. His tone left no room for refusal.
I stretched lazily on my bed, already missing her weight on me, I glancing at Sloane, then at Meteo, then back at Sloane again, watching her fidget with her fingers. "You can say it here. In front of her. It's fine."
Mateo's gaze slid toward Sloane, cold, assessing, then back to me. His jaw tightened. "No. Not here. This is club business. It's private."
Something shifted in the air. I noticed the seriousness in Mateo's eyes. My playful expression dropped, my smirk melting into seriousness.
