"He's being treated by Janet right now. The injuries across his torso are so severe, it's going to take a while for him to fully recover," Micah said, stepping onto the balcony and placing a steaming porcelain cup of espresso onto my iron desk, where I was reviewing the morning paper.

"Rosa could have brought that up," I noted, looking up from the news print to meet her eyes.

"She's downstairs staying close to Gin," Micah replied smoothly, taking her seat opposite me. "Besides, I don't want any of the other maids coming anywhere near your private space.”

She leaned back, her lips curving into a subtle, possessive smile. A...