Sienna

The handle shifted.

“Fuck,” Jaxon breathed, low, urgent. He scrambled upright, eyes darting.

“Wardrobe,” I hissed, barely moving my lips.

He didn’t hesitate. He slid off the bed, silent, quick, and slipped into the wardrobe, pulling the door shut just as the latch on mine clicked.

I yanked the blanket up to my chin, forcing my face into something resembling calm. My chest heaved like I’d just run a mile.

The door opened.

Ava stepped inside, her silhouette framed by the hallway light. Her hair spilled over her shoulders, neat, glossy, like she hadn’t spent the day unraveling me the way her presence did.

“Hey,” she said softly, almost...