~Serena~

A very impatient visitor was behind that door. He kept pressing the doorbell, as though he were running away from a fire.

I narrowed my eyes at Spade when he tipped his head, beckoning me to open the door.

“Why don’t you open it? This is your place,” I hissed at him.

“You owe me for your tantrums in the meeting,” he countered.

I crossed my arms in my middle. This conversation was a waste of time, but I honestly don’t want to open that door. From the way the buzzer was ...