Chapter 32. Princess?

Staring at the ceiling of my old room, I listened to the steady breathing of my brothers and smiled to myself, marvelling at how one night could pivot our relationships so unexpectedly. Adam and I had taken some kind of miraculous turn in the road; it felt like we had bridged months of distance in a single evening. Liam seemed more brooding now, almost as if he had adopted the old, sombre demeanour Adam used to wear like a second skin.

Meanwhile, Chase appeared distant and quiet, a far cry from his usual lively, cocky self. Instead of snuggling into the quilt beside me as he always did, he now slept on a chair, his large body making the chair creak with every breath he took.

Liam was sprawled out on the floor, looking uncomfortable yet oddly at peace in his makeshift bed, while Adam lay beside me, his expression calm as he slept soundly, his lips occasionally twitching into a smile. Observing him in such a peaceful state, I wondered what had sparked this