"Do you have to go?" Levi asked, his voice deceptively casual as he poured the tea.
Steam curled between them, delicate and fragrant, momentarily softening the sharp lines of his face. He moved with unhurried precision, his actions of a man who liked control in small things when the larger world refused to cooperate.
Lyse, perched across from him at the breakfast table, laughed under her breath. It was a warm sound, bright enough to shift the air in the room.
She had just informed him that she had an event she needed to plan and attend for the shelter's residents.
Levi generally preferred when she was indoors, it was easier to keep track of her safety. But if she wanted to go outside that would be a challenge.
He wanted to keep her safe and if that meant staying indoors forever, he would do it.
