Zoe POV

I’m off the bed and at the door before I’ve fully decided to move.

James is in the hallway, and whatever he came to say is already forming on his face—something tense, something prepared—but I get there first: “Good timing. I need to talk to you and Noah. Come in.”

He blinks. Steps inside.

I send Noah a message while James is still finding somewhere to sit, and Noah arrives in under two minutes, which means he wasn’t far, which means he ...