The three mates stared at the door like it had grown fangs.
Kai, half-dressed, grabbed the nearest weapon—a loaf of bread from the food tray.
Marcus was already on his feet, muscles tensing, eyes glowing a dangerous tint.
Samantha clutched the blanket around herself with one hand and summoned a fireball in the other, ready to unleash hell on whatever dared to disturb them.
The knock came again—louder, more insistent.
Then a muffled voice on the other side:
"Open up, you overdramatic idiots! It's Melusine! And you're going to want to hear this before you set the Sanctum on fire!" Melusine's irritated voice carried through the door like a siren of impending doom (and sass).
Kai lowered the loaf of bread a fraction. "Wait… it's just Mel."
