"Oh my God..."

I'd heard that particular pitch before, usually when she stubbed her toe or watched a really good kissing scene.

Just... never like this, this drawn‑out, breathy edge that made my ears go hot.

Lucien's jaw flexed. "Rafael was in there when we left."

We stared at the door of 4D like it might explode. Another cry slipped out, softer but still absolutely none of our business.

Lucien grabbed my wrist and tugged me back a step. "We're leaving."

"Yep," I breathed. ...