(Third Person Pov)
Privacy had been a rare luxury for them until now. Between the fortress and the academy, between responsibilities and danger, there had always been eyes on them, rules on them, pulling them apart. But this house? Uncle Lucian had handed over the keys without a second thought, probably imagining the three of them would treat it like a quiet retreat, somewhere safe and simple.
If only he knew.
Miri stretched out across the couch, half-buried in cushions, watching Riven prowl the room like a cat planning mischief. Caius sat opposite, sprawled in an armchair with a book in his lap, pretending very hard that he wasn't keeping one wary eye on Riven.
"It's wild," Miri said, laughing softly, "just how many insane ideas you've come up with since we've had privacy."
"Insane?" Riven shot her a grin, feigning offense. "You mean brilliant. Inspired. Revolutionary, even."
Caius snorted into his book. "Reckless is the word you're looking for."
