There was a weird thing between triplets.
The called it ‘the tingling.’
When one was going through a single vulnerability, they all felt it.
And Kylan felt it from Kai.
This wasn’t the first time. Or the second.
Anytime Kai was with Briar, he softened. His tone changed, his walls cracked just enough for it to be noticeable.
It was like a gravitational pull existed between them, and Kylan, no matter how hard he tried, felt like an outsider.
A goddamn third wheel.
It stung more because, out of all of them, Kylan had been the first to meet Briar. He’d noticed her spark, her fire, before either of his brothers had the chance. And yet, it was always Kai who seemed to draw her attention.
Kylan stood in the living room, arms crossed, watching Kieran gently arranging blocks on the coffee table.
“Aren’t you jealous?” Kylan asked suddenly, his voice tight. “Of the fact that Kai is the closest to her?”
Kieran sighed without looking up. “I’ve known since the day Mother spat us out of her womb
