CLARE POV
Well, I couldn't stay in the bathroom forever. This was my apartment, my sanctuary—not theirs. If anyone should be cowering or avoiding confrontation, it should be the two overgrown territorial idiots currently occupying my bed.
Not me.
Also… I still needed sleep. Desperately.
I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and opened the bathroom door. The air outside hit me like a wave of tension. Yep. They were still in the room, and from the heavy silence and stiff posture, I could tell they'd been bickering the whole time I was gone—at least until they heard the door creak open.
Their mumbling cut off like a wire snapped. Blaze's gaze darted to me, sharp but unreadable. Reed's jaw was tight, his arms crossed like some grumpy guard dog on alert.
Whatever. I wasn't doing this right now.
