I followed him back inside, my mind racing at approximately a thousand miles per hour.
Braxton suspected something fundamental.
Didn't know specifics yet.
But he definitely suspected.
That level of scrutiny was extraordinarily dangerous to maintain.
Back inside the house, everyone had settled into their various evening routines with the comfortable chaos of people who'd learned to coexist in close quarters.
Raphael lifted weights with single-minded determination.
Marco played cards with Malachi, the latter somehow winning despite appearing half-asleep.
Jaime meditated in the corner while simultaneously flexing different muscle groups, because apparently he was physically incapable of doing just one thing at a time.
Isabelle read something on her tablet with intense focus.
Juan had achieved his natural state of vertical unconsciousness.
The usual controlled chaos of the Onyx Hounds' common area.
I headed upstairs, exhaustion pulling at every limb.
