Zayden's room was pretty dark, except for the soft light coming from the lamp on the nightstand.
He was sitting on the edge of his bed, fingers intertwined with Aylin's as they chatted. They liked to hang out like this sometimes, just enjoying each other's company in the quiet. No plans. No strategies. Just them.
Aylin was cozy next to him, wearing a black lacy nightgown that barely covered anything, with a sheer robe casually draped over her shoulders. Zayden was just in his boxers, feeling comfortable and relaxed in a way he never really felt outside this room.
"I can't believe Azalea is Ghost Net," Aylin said, shaking her head a bit. "After all this time."
"She really keeps secrets well," Zayden replied. "Must've learned from the best."
Aylin smiled. "You mean you?"
"I mean, our mom," Zayden corrected. "Isabella Virelli doesn't give out info unless she wants to."
"Good point."
They sat in a nice silence for a moment.
Then Zayden's phone buzzed on the nightstand.
