Sylvie’s POV:
“You… were sleeping?” Ashborne questioned, his voice low, a hint of suspicion in his tone, his eyes narrowed to slits as he towered over me in the doorway. His sharp gaze raked over my probably disheveled appearance.
I frowned, a flicker of annoyance passing through me at his intrusive manner, but quickly squashed it, forcing my expression into one of innocent sheepishness. “Yeah,” I mumbled, feigning a yawn and rubbing my eyes. “I was up late last night, reading some rather… dense materials, so I… overslept quite a bit.”
Before I could offer any further explanation or invite him in, he stepped inside without any pretense, his broad shoulders easily filling the doorway. His gaze, keen and assessing, immediately began to roam the whole room, sweeping across the furnishings
