Iris managed to sleep through most of the night, though her mind was restless. When she finally stirred, thirst tugged her from her bed. Careful not to wake Mia, who’d been unusually caring since the incident, Iris slipped quietly out of the room and headed to the kitchen.
She paused abruptly upon arrival. Devin was already there.
“Did I wake you?” Devin asked, his gaze intense in the low light.
“No,” she replied, masking her surprise. “I just needed some water.”
He motioned toward the fridge. “Help yourself.”
“Thanks.” She retrieved a bottle, aware of the suddenly charged silence that settled between them. She took a long gulp, her throat working as Devin’s gaze lingered on her.
“Are you okay after everything that happened?” he asked, his voice softer.
Iris narrowed her eyes. “Are
