~Selene's POV~
Dax knocks at half past two.
She knows his knock — three contacts, measured, not loud, the knock of someone who has decided that what he is carrying requires your attention but has also decided that the manner of the carrying is his to control. She is at the kitchen table with the Harrow Gallery final invoice when it comes, and she puts the pen down before she stands, which is not something she would have done six months ago. Six months ago she would have been standing before the second knock. She has learned, in Silvermere, the particular discipline of finishing the sentence before responding to the interruption.
She opens the door.
Dax is in the hallway. His expression is the one he uses when he has assessed a situation and made a judgment and is now delivering both th
