15
Vesper
“Morning.”
Vesper looked up to find Kirael in the living room doorway, sipping a steaming mug of coffee. He was barefoot, wearing sweats and a t-shirt. His hair was still damp from the shower, curling at his nape.
“Hey,” Vesper said, clearing her throat and dropping her gaze.
No need to stare, she chided herself. After all, he’s made his position perfectly clear.
“Doing a little light reading?” he asked, lifting his chin to indicate the heavy book she held.
“Ah, yeah. You know what they say,” she said. “Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina always lifts the spirits, right?”
Kirael snorted. “Sure, if you’re cheered by remorseless and unrepentant selfishness, and don’t mind that there’s not an ounce of redemption to be had. Not a world I want to live in.”
Vesper set the book aside, glad
