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 ...