~Selene's POV~
He knocks at the same hour as the day before.
She knows it is him before Dax's signal comes through, the soft double-knock pattern they have agreed on for visitors who are expected. She already knew the time because she has started, without quite admitting it to herself, listening for the particular rhythm of his car pulling up outside, the way it idles for a few seconds before the engine goes quiet.
She opens the door herself.
This is new. For the first sixteen days she let Dax bring him up and waited inside with the twins already arranged, the whole visit staged before he arrived. Today she crosses the apartment and opens the door before he has finished knocking a second time.
He stands there with his hand still half-raised. He does not say anything about the door bei
