Windsor's POV
The atmosphere in Scarlett's office was thick with tension. Zion sat rigid beside me, absorbing every word of Scarlett's warnings with the gravity they deserved. But my body had other concerns at the moment.
"I'm really sorry," I interrupted, shifting uncomfortably in my chair. "Could I please use the restroom? I've been trying to hold it for ages."
Both pairs of eyes turned toward me.
Scarlett's serious expression cracked just a fraction.
Zion exhaled a quiet laugh and pressed his lips to my temple.
"Adorable," he murmured against my skin. "Go on."
Scarlett gestured toward the door. "End of the corridor. Second door on your right."
I got to my feet but hesitated, curiosity getting the better of me. "Hold on. You don't have your own bathroom in here?"
Scarlett arched an eyebrow. "Every other individual room in this tower lacks one. It wouldn't be fair for me to have special treatment."
Her response made me grin. That was so perfectly Scarlett.
