ADRIEN'S POV
I closed the door behind us, the sound of its magnetic catch sealing us in a bubble of heavy silence. The playful energy I'd felt waiting for Isabella evaporated, replaced by the familiar, frustrating weight of being a big…brother. I turned to face my sister, who had already sauntered over to one of the plush leather armchairs facing my desk and dropped into it, all limbs and nonchalance.
"Alright, Elara," I began, keeping my voice a warning more than a greeting. "Let's start with the basics. Start talking. Why are you here and not at school?
She looked up, completely unbothered, as though I'd just asked about the weather. "Holiday. We're on holiday, in case you forgot how the school calendar works."
