She doesn’t leave, though. She narrows her gaze on me and tilts her head as if she’s trying to figure something out. “But if you’re planning on talking about Lux’s mom, don’t you think she should be present for it? Also, since when do you call her Lux? And why the hell won’t you call me Izzy?” I give her a tired look. “That was way too many questions, Isabella.”
