Calypso closed the bedroom door behind her, pressing her back against it for a moment. Her heart hammered in her chest despite her outward confidence with Xavier. For all her divine power, Calypso had never experienced a mother's scrutiny.
"Which side do you prefer?" Elaine asked, glancing up.
"I don't have a preference," Calypso said, her voice higher than normal. "Whatever works for you."
"I'll take the left, then." Elaine sat on the edge of the bed and began removing her earrings. "Xavier always sleeps on the right side."
Calypso nodded, not trusting herself to respond. Her nightgown suddenly felt too short, too revealing. She'd chosen it without thinking—pink silk with thin straps that Xavier had bought her during their shopping trip.
Elaine slipped under the covers and settled against the pillows with a sigh. She closed her eyes, and for a moment, Calypso dared to hope she might fall asleep immediately. Maybe this interrogation she'd been dreading wouldn't happen after all.
