"Sometimes healing begins not in silence or solitude, but in laughter shared over food and in knowing you are not alone anymore."
ELIAS'S POV
The knock on the door came just as Taemin was fussing with her braid in front of the bronze mirror Nyra had found. She tugged the plait loose, letting her dark hair tumble in waves down her back, her lips curving into a smirk that immediately spelled trouble.
"You expecting company, brother?" she teased, her tone lilting as she flicked her hair over one shoulder. "Because if it's who I think it is, you should wipe that nervous blush off your face."
"I'm not blushing," I muttered, dragging my fingers through my own hair, trying not to look like I cared.
"You always blush."
