Evaline:
I had barely finished admiring the last little detail of my new bedroom when the sound of the door clicking shut caught my attention.
Oscar had just closed it behind him and Draven, their hushed voices spilling into the air before it faded into silence. I didn't even get the chance to wonder what the two of them were talking about, because Mallory's sharp voice cut straight through the room.
"Spill."
I blinked, confused, staring at her with the same blankness mirrored on Rowan and Kyros's faces. The two men weren't paying much attention, their gazes were fixed with soft fascination on the pup sleeping soundly in his crib next to my king size bed.
His tiny chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, his little hand curled against the blanket, and I couldn't blame them for being distracted. He had that effect on everyone.
"Spill what?" I asked slowly, narrowing my eyes at Mallory's folded arms and the suspicion radiating off her in waves.
