HAZEL
The back door opened, banging against the wall, and before either Corbin or I ran, a voice called out, "Lucy, I’m home."
He relaxed, but I didn’t find Cyrus visiting as reassuring as his twin. Not that Cyrus did anything to upset me or even to be rude, but I found something about him off-putting. He smiled a little too brightly.
I trusted him in the sense that he didn’t want to kill me—I’d lowered my trust standards significantly in the last two days—but I never fully believed the laid-back personality he worked so hard to project. Something in his eyes hinted at more. I just never wanted to find out what.
"At least it’s not more of the bakery girls," Corbin mumbled under his breath as he stood from the couch where we’d been sitting together.