“What would you do if you found me in bed with another man?”

Amun and I are in my giant ensuite as I get ready for bed, my hair rolled into a fluffy white towel turban. I ask the question lightly as if his indifference to Murdock’s flirtation hasn’t been bothering me all night.

“That man being Murdock?” Amun answers, his relaxed expression barely shifting.

I meet his eyes in the depths of the gilded mirror, fire in mine, calm waters in ...