Selene’s POV
The kitchen is too small for three people and everything they are not saying.
I look at Lucian standing in the doorway in yesterday’s shirt, collar still open, like he did not sleep either or slept badly and gave up sometime before dawn. His hair is not as composed as it usually is. There is something undone about him that I have never seen in public, only in the early mornings in his study when he thinks the only witness is me and I do not count.
He counts on me not counting.
Caden has not moved. He is still leaning against the counter with his mug and his steady eyes and I can feel him deciding, in that measured way he does everything, whether to stay or give us the room. He looks at me, just briefly, a look that says your call, and then he sets his mug on the counter an
