"What do you mean by that?"

Theon didn't answer. He just kept walking, his hands in his pockets, his pace unhurried. Lena grabbed his sleeve. "Hey. I asked you a question." He glanced down at her fingers curled around his sleeve, then lifted his gaze to her face. "It means exactly what I said."

He pulled his arm free gently. "Don't overthink it." Before she could argue, the front door opened. A butler in a crisp dark suit bowed slightly. "Young master. Welcome home." Theon nodded and stepped inside. Lena hesitated, then followed. The foyer was enormous. Marble floors stretched out beneath her feet, a crystal chandelier hanging above. Fresh...