Isabel’s POV
“You’ve been quiet all morning,” Jaxon said, his voice laced with an edge of concern, though he tried to mask it.
I barely glanced up from the steaming mug of tea in my hands. The kitchen felt colder than usual despite the sunlight streaming through the large windows.
“Just tired,” I mumbled, taking a sip and letting the warmth distract me for a moment.
Of course, he didn't. Jaxon knew me too well for that.
"Tired from what? You went to bed early last night," he pressed, sliding into the chair opposite mine. His dark eyes searched my face, but I didn't meet them.
"Maybe that's it. Too much sleep," I said with a weak smile, hoping it would end the conversation.
It didn't.
“Isabel,” he said softly, leaning forward and resting his forearms on the table. “What’s going on?
