Siren raised her eyebrow to the man, who she had only confirmed just now, really named, Julio. His expression hardened as he stared down at her, lost in his own thoughts that not only confused her but his friends as well. They changed glances. Vio lifted his brow at her as if to question her.
She rolled her eyes to no one in particular. As if she was supposed to read what was going through this man’s head when his own friends, who lived with me, clearly have no idea.
Julio cleared his throat and looked away to face his waiting friends. “I thought you won’t be home until morning today?”
“We were only about to leave,” the man he called Alessio earlier shrugged. And true enough, looking down on their clothes, they were well-dressed with pants and button-down polos. But the man with a di
