Avara POV
I walk into my bedroom to see Vance settled on the foot of my bed like he had been waiting for hours.
"How did your date with my dad go?" He inclines slightly, bitterness fermenting his fine features. "How many has it been now? Because I've lost count."
I push out a sparkle of laughter as if amused by the absurdity. "Yeah, just because we're on lockdown at your place. Doesn't mean the work stops, and mine has piled up greatly over the period of my recovery."
