Leysa:
With every step toward the basement door, something began to feel strange. The questions Troy started asking did not sit right with me.
"So, do you have feelings for anyone?" he asked.
I slowed down, turned to face him, and gave him a puzzled look before straightening my posture.
"Why would you ask that? Do not tell me you have a crush on me," I teased.
Of course, that was impossible. It could never be.
I knew he liked my sister. He was her mate.
As for me, I was just someone he had known in passing. Maybe a little more than that, but never someone he would look at that way.
"Why is it so unbelievable?" he shot back.
The question felt strange. My steps slowed, but I adjusted my posture, pretending I was not paying much attention to what barely qualified as flirting.
"Anyway, what are we looking for?" I asked, nodding toward the basement.
He pointed at the door and unlocked it. As it creaked open and he gestured for me to go ahead, I froze.
