Sisters and Strangers

(Neva’s POV)

Thalia squinted at us, suspicion practically radiating from her.

Kaelen said nothing. He just leaned lazily against the doorway, his gaze locked on me with a devilish glint— daring me to speak.

I mentally groaned.

"We were just… looking at his paintings," I said, trying to sound casual as I stepped out but my voice came out strained.

Thalia tilted her head, clearly unconvinced. "Uh-hu