Rain's POV:
The air in the foyer seems to solidify, turning into a thick, invisible cement that clogs my lungs.
I am physically squished between the vibrating annoyance radiating off my boyfriend and the arrogant smirk currently plastered to my hand as Nico lingers over my skin.
"Okeeee! Let's get to dinner quickly. You know, I'm already exhausted, and I'm sure you both must be too, so let's go!" I sing-song, my voice sounding tight and hysterical even to my own ears.
I practically wedge myself between them, physically nudging Danny away from Nico and steering him toward that enormous mahogany table—a piece of furniture so vast it could easily seat sixteen people, making the three of us look like tiny, warring figurines on a dark wooden stage.
"Dr. Nico, please," Danny says. The words are curt, clipped at the edges.
For a second, Nico doesn't move. He stays planted to the floor, heavy and unyielding, his dark eyes swirling with a dark promise.
