Shane reached the third floor, went straight to Simone’s room, and knocked on the door. There was no answer at first and he assumed she was still asleep. He knocked louder. This time he heard a faint voice from the other side of the door. “What?”
“Simone. I need to talk to you.”
He heard sheets moving and the creak of the bed as she moved around in it; he hoped that meant she was getting out of it. He then heard what sounded like someone dressing. Finally, the door opened a few inches. Just enough to allow them to have a conversation.
“What do you want?”
He shoved the door with one hand, jerking it out of her hand, and pushed past, walking into her room. Simone didn’t say anything, but her scowl told him how she felt about it.
“Close the door.”
Simone’s eyes narrowed and her lips pre
