Chapter 112

As we settled into our seats on the plane, the hum of the engine filling the air, Nathan threw a casual arm over the back of my seat, his touch reassuring. Tristan sat to my right, his knee lightly brushing against mine as he leaned in, a soft smile on his lips. “So, how was the grand showdown between Adonis and Sara?” Nathan asked, his fingers lightly tracing circles on my shoulder. I let out a small laugh, shaking my head at the memory of the argument. “Oh, it was a mess. They were at each other’s throats, like usual. Sara was yelling about how he always chose me over her, and Adonis—well, he wasn’t exactly calm. But Ryan helped calm things down.” “Of course she’d say that,” Tristan chimed in, his eyes sparkling. “You’re the favorite child. Naturally, she’d be jealous.” I elbowed him playfully. “You’re not helping.” But the warmth in their teasing eased some of the tension lingering from the confrontation. Nathan chuckled, leaning closer, his breath warm against my ear. “At least it’