Draven.
I reached for the tissue box on the table, pulling one free and holding it out to her. "Here."
She took it with a pout, blew her nose loudly, and shoved the crumpled tissue back into my hand. My brows arched, but before I could react, she waved at the box impatiently. "Another one."
Suppressing a sigh, I handed her a second. Then a third. She accepted them like commands fulfilled, her movements careless, her words tumbling freer now, unguarded.
"What happened?" My tone came low, controlled, but my chest was a storm as every part of me focused on her alone. "Why are you crying?"
Her head tipped against the sofa, eyes half-lidded, her voice a slur of frustration and pain.
"I just found out…" She hiccupped softly, then pressed the tissue to her cheek. "…why my siblings hate me so much."
The words froze me. My body went still, my eyes narrowing as I studied her.
"Tell me," I urged quietly, my tone sharper now, though controlled.
