Valentina
Something in Noemi’s demeanor is off, and when I look up and see Greer looking at her bowed head warmly, I feel like I interrupted something. Well, we. Like we interrupted something. Because Khai is still standing near the kitchen island, fuzzing with his hair. I feel my lips quirk a few times but do my best to stop the full-on smile from spreading.
“Your hair is just fine.”
The deep voice makes me look over. Silas. How someone that tall and imposing can blend into the background, I have no idea. It’s like he tries hard not to be noticed. Turning his face, the left side is mostly hidden, and his gaze is focused on the coffee pot. I tense, shifting in my seat to get a better look at him. His hair is combed, the t-shirt not what he wore when we--
There are shadows beneath his
