Penelope
Aaron's voice cuts through the room and both Kieran and I turn toward the door.
Aaron leans against the doorframe, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. He's dressed casually in dark pants, a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows.
However, there's nothing casual about the expression on his face. His jaw is set and his eyes fixed on Kieran with an intensity that could cut glass.
How long has he been standing there?
"Aaron," I say, keeping my voice even. "I didn't hear you come in."
"Clearly." His gaze doesn't leave Kieran. There's something in his posture, like a wolf that has scented something it doesn't like and is deciding whether to growl or pounce.
Kieran doesn't shrink to Aaron's gaze. He straightens up, meets Aaron's stare, even holds it, not challen
