Chapter Sixteen
Emerald's Point Of View
He stood in the doorway for a long moment.
No shirt. The specific expression of a man who had arrived at a situation he had not been expecting and was processing it with the particular combination of irritation and something else entirely that I had come to recognise as his default state when it came to me.
I had made myself comfortable on his bed with the studied ease of someone who had decided that the staging of this encounter needed to communicate confidence regardless of the internal state producing it. The gift was very quiet. Kronos was very quiet. Both of these things told me considerably more than anything Alvaro's face was willing to show me.
"I was wondering when you would come," I said.
"You are in my room," he said.
"I am aware."
