Seraphina was next. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. She stood just behind Lilith, dressed in a sleek business wrap and low heels, her eyes golden and unreadable.
But then, as Ethan looked at her, she stepped forward and gave a quiet sigh.
"Don't ever do that again," she said lightly.
And then she touched his shoulder—one press, firm and grounded—before stepping back.
Liliana didn't say anything at all. She just walked past the others, grabbed Ethan by the sleeve, and gave it a small tug, like checking if he was really solid. Still there. Still breathing.
When he looked at her, she gave a small nod and rolled her eyes.
Then she punched his arm, gently.
"You're buying the next round," she muttered.
From the side, Isabella let out a low whistle. Her violet hair framed her face loosely today, and she was perched on the edge of the entry table, swinging one leg.
"Took your sweet time, didn't you, little brother?" she grinned.
