Jayson forced a small smile, but the irritation in his eyes betrayed him. He moved to a seat, leaned back in it, and crossed his arms as he watched Marianne move around the place with calm ease. His silence didn’t last long.

"Are you afraid of me now?" he asked, his voice low.

Marianne paused briefly, giving him a curious glance before returning her attention to the tray of food she was setting on the table.

"Why would I be afraid of you?" she replied with a shrug. "I’m still the same Marianne who’s spent countless nights here. Nothing’s changed."

Alexander, standing near the window scoffed loudly. He turned to...