Grace’s POV

Helena knocked once before pushing my bedroom door open like she owned the place.

Well, she did own the place with Hunter, but while I used this room, she couldn’t just walk in anytime she liked.

I turned from the mirror where I’d just finished brushing out my hair. “You know, usually people wait for an answer.”

She smiled sweetly, stepping inside. “Old habits die hard.”

I bit back the response I wanted to give her. “Well, while I use this room, please knock ...