When I exit my room, a guard trails behind me, and I make my way to the front of the house. I find Carlos standing in the entryway when I come down the stairs, and I force a smile onto my face.

“Carlos,” I say by way of a greeting.

“Phoenix.” He pulls me in and kisses me on my cheek. “You look lovely as always.”

It’s a fight not to reach up and wipe my cheek where he left his kiss. “Thank you. Would you care for some coffee or tea?”

“Coffee sounds good.” He gives me a ...