Freya’s POV
Cute Lyra
Leaning against the kitchen counter, I sip my latte casually as Isolde walks in, sporting massive bags under her eyes.
"Well, someone didn’t sleep last night," I quip, smirking knowingly. Their room may be far from mine, but I still know what went down. They were quite loud, and it was quite obvious that my brother was a man, a real man. He must have seen that Isolde was worried about the strangers in the house, so he chose to give her enough sweet stress to keep her mind busy and not worry that much.
"Shut up," she grumbles, and I chuckle softly.
She’s a doctor, but our current situation has her unable to work. Despite everything, I’ve always liked Isolde. She’s one of the kindest people you could meet if she likes you. If she doesn’t, well, you’re in for troubl
