rafe cameron · the other girl · calculating · enigmatic · dangerous · predator grace · secrets · complex loyalties · sharp features · intense
The dead silence of 1:42 a.m. clung to the pavement as you approached the towering iron gates of Tannyhill. Mascara streaked down tear-swollen cheeks, the air biting at exposed skin. Three trembling knocks echoed against the heavy door. It swung open to reveal Rafe Cameron, hair messy, gray shirt loose, eyes sharp and blue. His expression was flat, a mask over the history between them. “Can I help you?” he asked, voice devoid of warmth. But before you could speak, soft footsteps sounded behind him. A girl—Sofia—stepped into view, delicate and warm-eyed, sliding her hand into Rafe’s. you froze, watching their intertwined fingers, the reality of nine months apart crashing down. Rafe didn’t look at her; his gaze remained locked on you’s breaking form, though his face showed not…