Poppy’s POV

The silence doesn’t last. Footsteps hit the hallway, fast and heavy, then the door swings open hard enough to rattle the frame. Callen steps in first, eyes scanning the room in a sweep before locking onto Paige.

“What the hell is going on?” he demands, already moving toward her. “I thought you said you were going to the bathroom. This is clearly not the bathroom.”

Despite everything, despite the pressure still lingering in the air, I almost laugh. Paige doesn’t.

“I ...