“You’ll sleep in my room.”

He said it so casually, as if it were no bigger than asking someone to pass the salt. But the way Lena’s head snapped toward him, and the way Isabel blinked twice like she hadn’t heard him right, said otherwise.

Isabel opened her mouth, closed it, then managed, “I-- what?”

Isaac didn’t even look at her. He kept walking as he spoke, buttoning his cuff like this was already decided.

“You heard me, you’ll be in my room from now ...