UNWELCOME GUESTS
~SIMONE'S POV~
"Well, well. Back to your old habits, I see."
The voice cut through the wailing fortress alarm like a blade through silk. I spun around to see Irene Vasquez standing in the training room doorway, flanked by two men in expensive suits
Her auburn hair was perfectly styled despite the journey, and those predatory golden eyes….so like Nicholas's yet utterly cold….fixed on me with continued interest.
"Aunt Irene." Nicholas's voice was flat, emotionless. "I wasn't expecting you."
"Clearly." She stepped into the room, her heels clicking against the stone floor with conscious accuracy. "Though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to find you... training with your guest."
Behind her, Henry Vasquez gave me that same appraising look I remembered from dinner at the
