Page 30 of I See You

Sevyn exhaled sharply, shaking her head before pulling her hair into a high ponytail.

She changed into a burnt-orange workout set—a sports bra that hugged her breasts perfectly and high-waisted leggings that curved around her body just right.

She didn’t feel fine, but she at least looked it. That had to count for something.

Stepping out of her room, she walked down the sleek white marble stairs, her eyes landing on Harper and Dorian, both lounging on her couch, occupied with their phones.

The moment they looked up and saw her, Dorian’s face lit up. "That’safine-assbitchrightthere!"shehyped,makingHarper laugh.

Sevyncrackedasmallsmile,chucklingalongwiththem—even though inside, she felt different.

Felt empty.

They left her penthouse, getting into their separate cars and heading to Harper’s gym, TrapFitness.

Sevyn drove in silence, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. Her mind wouldn’t shut up.

Braxton. Ariel. Their betrayal. Her pain. She was seconds away from breaking entirely. And if this workout didn’t help…

She didn’t know what would.

Sevyn, Dorian, and Harper were deep into their workout, the burn settling into their muscles as they pushed through a set of weighted squats.

The only sounds in the gym were the steady rhythm of their breathing and the clinking of weights—until Harper’s voice cut through their focus.

"Sevyn, are you still taking new clients?" Her tone was hesitant.

Sevyn finished her set, grabbing her water bottle and taking a long sip before glancing at Harper with curiosity.

"Yeah, always. You got someone in need of my services?"

If there was one thing keeping her sane through the mess of her broken heart, it was work. Helping people. Fixing their minds when she couldn’t even fix her own.

Harper shifted slightly, clearing her throat. "Uh… yeah. My cousin." Sevyn raised a brow, instantly catching the unease in Harper’s voice. Then—

"The nigga that basically killed that man at the club with his bare hands."

Sevyn’s eyes went wide. She knew exactly who Harper was talking about.

Vividly.

The man was fine—but terrifying all at the same time. Yet, it wasn’t just what he did that night that stuck with her. It was how he looked at her. Like he saw right through her. Those blue eyes—cold, unreadable, dark—should have sent chills down her spine.

But they didn’t.

Because what intrigued her most was that beneath the ice, she saw something else. Something deeper. Before she could respond, Dorian beat her to it.

"Girl, your cousin is fine," Dorian said, wiping sweat from her forehead. "But I like the one with the braids. Something about him— both of them, actually—just screams they be rearranging bitches’ organs with their dick."

She winked, and Sevyn burst into laughter as Harper groaned. "Dorian,shutup!"Harperrolledhereyes,butshewasgrinning too. "Roman and Hassan are like brothers to me. I don’t even want to picture that."

Sevyn chuckled, shaking her head before steering the conversation back.

"So… he’s actually looking into therapy?"

Harper’s smile faded, her tone softening. "Well… not exactly." Sevyn’s brow lifted again.

Harper exhaled. "I told you about my grandmother—the one who raised me. She’s sick… dying."

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