Tavian and Jason barely had time to process that they had reached Nikki's room before Lena and Lyra shoved them hard through the door. They stumbled inside, nearly crashing face-first onto the rug-covered floor. Jason's grip on the shopping bags slipped, sending them tumbling down as colorful clothes spilled out in a heap.
He scrambled down instantly, hurriedly stuffing the scattered items back into the bags, his hands shaking.
Behind them, the click of the door closing was sharp. Seraphine turned the lock with deliberate care before facing the room.
Nikki sat perched on her bed, her legs crossed, long nails idly tracing the rim of a glass of red wine. She didn't so much as glance at them until Seraphine spoke.
"They're here, Lady Nikki."
Only then did Nikki lift her gaze. It was slow, calculated, the kind of look that made both Tavian and Jason freeze in place. Her eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as they darted between the two omegas.
