Keya's POV:
We were all sitting in the dining room, smiling, laughing, and it was home.
For the first time in a while, I didn't feel the pressure of anger, rage, desperation.
"So?" Ryker started, narrowing his eyes like he already regretted asking. "Are you inviting James to the party?"
The air shifted, just slightly.
I looked away, scratching behind my ear like I hadn’t been thinking about that exact thing all morning. My brother knew me too well.
"I don't know," I said eventually. "We'll see. A day. Just a day. Are you excited?"
Ryker let out a low groan and dropped his head back against the couch dramatically. "You know I’m scared. I don’t trust you and Cara when you plan things together."
"You’ve already said it," I teased, grinning. "But I promise... it's going to be fun."
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