BLOOD CRESCENT
FAYE
I walked out of the bathroom, drying my hands lightly on the edge of the towel as I stepped into the room.
Alexander was already watching me.
He didn’t say anything.
He didn’t need to.
It was in his eyes—the quiet concern, the way his gaze lingered just a second longer than normal, like he was trying to read something off my face that I hadn’t said out loud.
I paused for a second, just enough to notice it… then I chose not to acknowledge it.
Instead, I moved like everything was normal.
Because that’s what I needed tonight.
Normal.
I dropped the towel aside and slipped into my nightwear, the fabric light against my skin. Comfortable... easy. Something that didn’t demand anything from me. I didn’t look at him while I did it—not because I was avoiding him, but
