Val's P.O.V

The door clicked shut behind Jax, sealing the four of us inside the foyer. Reynolds had got in since before us, so it was the four of us left in the entrance. The house, which had felt like a cavernous tomb of my anxiety just minutes before, was now buzzing with a new, foreign energy. Brielle immediately shrugged off her faux fur coat and tossed it onto the handrail. Talia set her portfolio bag down with careful precision, her artist’s eyes already scanning the room, cataloging ...