Blade’s P.O.V.
The living room was quiet, save for the soft ticking of the clock above the mantel. I leaned back in the armchair, my fingers idly tapping the armrest, while Meghan’s dad scrolled on his phone, his face illuminated by the blue light.
Meghan and her mom had disappeared upstairs a few minutes ago, chattering about blanket options and whether Bodi would actually use a pillow or stubbornly insist on folding his hoodie under his head like he always did when he was younger.
Across the room, Bodi sprawled out on the sofa, his arms crossed behind his head. He looked every bit as laid-back as he was pretending to be, but I caught the flicker of contemplation in his eyes. It wasn’t surprising when Bodi broke the silence.
“So,” Bodi began, tilting his head toward me,
“you’re sti
