Iris's POV 

I turned the shower on full and let the water run.

I didn’t step under it, just stood in the steam, listening to the white noise cover any sound from the hallway, and waited. My heart was still beating too fast from the pool from Britney’s eyes on the bite mark, the way she’d smiled like she already knew the shelf story was bullshit.

The door opened softer than it should have for a man his size and Rafael slipped inside, locked it behind him, and the lock’s click was almost lost under the water. He looked at me once, dark eyes dragging over the borrowed dark-blue bikini...