Chapter 22

Giselle

I unwrapped the small plastic paper carefully, the faint smell of honey and mint escaping as I plucked one sweet from the pile in my palm. Smiling, I leaned forward and offered it to Vane.

“Brother, here you go.”

He looked at my hand, one brow lifting. His eyes were sharp as always, but I didn’t flinch. I kept my smile in place. “I had Lia make these,” I explained softly. “I know you hate