Alexander's POV:

The house is quiet when I leave the bedroom.

Anna sleeps the way she does when she's run herself down to nothing—face turned toward the pillow, one hand curled loose at her jaw. I pause at the door long enough to confirm her breathing is even, and then I close it behind me without a sound.

My study is already lit. Antony is awake before I am.

'The report,' he says.

'I know.'

The ...