“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
Ronan’s phone chimed softly, signaling the end of the five minutes.
The room exploded into motion.
Hayes and Hudson shot toward the main staircase immediately, practically carrying Oliver between them.
Greyson stood and stretched before heading toward the hall with Lane trailing eagerly behind him.
Wes wandered back into the dining room.
Ronan disappeared.No, seriously.I didn’t see him leave, but he wasn’t here anymore.
Dorian grabbed my wrist once the room was empty. “Come on.”
We slipped out through the hallway before anyone could double back or notice we weren’t exactly hunting.
The corridor was quiet.
Our footsteps echoed softly against the hardwood floor as we moved deeper into the guest wing.
My heart was pounding, but not from fear.
Just nerves.
Excitement.
Horny excitement.
Dorian tried the first door we passed, but it was locked.
Second door—unlocked.
He pushed it open and pulled me inside quickly before shutting it behind us.
The room was huge, high ceilings with soft gray walls. There was a king-sized bed with a thick white duvet flanked by two modern bedside tables with glass lamps. There was even a sitting area by the window with a low couch, a small coffee table, and a door that probably led to the attached bathroom.
It looked like something out of a boutique hotel.
Dorian turned the lock with a quiet click.
I glanced toward the large wardrobe along one wall. “Uh…”
Dorian looked at me, questioning.
“Shouldn’t we check the room first?” I asked.
He tilted his head. “For what?”
“You know.” I gestured vaguely. “Hiding people.”
