“So,” he says slowly, his gaze returning to me, “you live here with both of them.”
“Yes,” I answer, because lying outright would only make this worse, and Devin has never responded well to being lied to.
“And all these people,” he continues, gesturing vaguely around the hall, “they live here too.”
“Some of them,” Axel says smoothly, “it’s a shared property.”
That explanation does absolutely nothing to relax Devin.
His jaw tightens, and he turns back to me, his voice dropping even further. “Can I talk to you alone.”
Before I can answer, Atticus steps back a pace immediately, hands lifting slightly in a gesture that is all human politeness and restraint. “Of course.”
Axel mirrors him without a word, giving Devin exactly what he wants, space and control, and somehow that makes my stoma
