Isolde could not stop thinking about the message. Damien killed someone. The words played on repeat in her head while she watched him make coffee in the kitchen. He looked so normal. Shirtless. Hair still damp from the shower. Moving around like this was their regular morning routine.
"You are quiet today," he said. He slid a mug toward her. "What is going on in that perfect memory of yours?"
She wrapped her hands around the warm mug. The collar felt extra heavy this morning. "Nothing. Just tired."
Damien studied her face. "The collar says you are lying. Heart rate is elevated. You are thinking about something that scares you." He came around the counter and stood in front of her. "Talk to me."
She looked up at him. "Who is Marcus Hale?"
His expression changed. Just for a second.
