Quinn woke up to a knock on her door, and she sat up, rubbing her eyes and clearing her throat before speaking. “Who’s that?”

“It’s me…” Zayd answered. “Me and some other nuisance, but me regardless. Can I come in?”

Despite being curious of whom he regarded as a nuisance, Quinn straightened up and adjusted the gown an omega had brought her yesterday night. “Yes.”

The door opened, and Zayd stepped in, trying but failing to close it in the face of the ...