Alex’s voice echoed through the living room. Low, rough with sleep, dangerously calm.

Ísis froze instantly.

She closed her eyes for a second, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around. Alex stood only a few feet away, hair messy, broad shoulders still tense from sleep, and an unreadable expression on his face… though there was an amused glint in his eyes that only made her more nervous.

How could I pretend he wasn’t here when this was his house? she thought before speaking aloud, defensive.