Luka's POV
The bar Cassandra had chosen was small but nice, the kind of place where professionals went to unwind after work. I'm glad because she didn't take me to any of those pretentious fancy bars downtown. We'd grabbed a corner booth away from the main crowd, ordered drinks and settled into what should have been a simple celebration of our successful board meeting.
"So my younger brother," Cassandra was saying, already on her second glass of wine, "he decided it would be a great idea to surprise our mother for her birthday by repainting her entire living room without asking her what color she wanted."
"Let me guess," I replied, nursing my whiskey. "She hated it?"
"Worse," Cassandra laughed and when she did, I looked up from my drink surprised by how sweet it sounded… like Isis. "H
