POV: Aphrodite
The tension has been building all day like a storm gathering on the horizon.
It starts small. Draco commenting that I seemed more comfortable during training with Bastien than I usually am. Lucen pointing out that I spent more time talking with Draco by the fire last night than with him. Little observations that wouldn't matter except they reveal the jealousy both twins are trying to hide.
By evening, the pressure becomes impossible to ignore.
We're setting up camp in a clearing when it finally erupts. Draco is arranging firewood while Lucen unpacks supplies, and somehow a simple question about where to put my bedroll becomes an argument about who I trust more.
"She feels safer on this side of camp," Draco says, positioning my bedroll near where he plans to sleep.
"That's not her choice," Lucen counters, moving it to the opposite side. "She should decide where she wants to sleep, not have you decide for her."
