Huh?
"Not 'President.' Call me Rhea. Like your sister did."
Aurhea slowly rose to her feet, her voice soft but steady.
She tilted her head, that familiar teasing curl tugging at her lips as her gaze narrowed on me.
"Again, I'm sorry it's taken me this long to finally meet you, lil' bro."
I stared at her, speechless. Then blinked, leaning back against my seat.
Next to me, Ceres continued her ritualistic assault on her salad — separating every pea and carrot dice with surgical precision. The girl was in her own world. Unbothered. Unbent. Unmoved.
Her focus could be published in a research paper.
Just how much does she hate salad…? My thoughts drifted briefly before I caught myself.
I shook off the distraction and returned my attention to the glowing spectacle that was Aurhea.
For a single breath, I said nothing. Just watched her.
I needed a second. Just one beat to process the weight of her words.
