The triplets arrived not long after, swaggering into the room with bags of food and bottles dangling from their hands.

“Up,” one of them barked, grabbing Michelle by the shoulder and yanking her to her feet.

Michelle’s face twisted, her lips pulling into a pout. “I was here first,” she whined, brushing at her crumpled clothes.

“Too bad,” another drawled, stepping past her with a shove that sent her stumbling. His eyes were sharp, hard with irritation as he glared at her. “We ...