Nik left Sacha in the bedroom with a promise to ensure everyone had gone. Sacha lay down and waited. When he heard a tap on the door, he assumed it was Nik, and called, “Come in.”
It wasn’t Nik.
Lacey sat on his bed and smiled at him. Her eyes glistened suspiciously bright. “You should have told me,” she said, her voice choked.
“He told me not to,” Sacha answered automatically. He was peaceful, calm, lost in that safe place inside where it really didn’t matter what he said or did, or what any