KATHERINE POV
The apartment door clicked shut behind us, and I felt the wards lock into place with a soft thrum beneath my skin — like being tucked into bed by unseen magic.
“Wait here a sec,” Kingsley said, already peeling away from Kyle’s side. Kendrick was right on his heels, a shared gleam in their eyes that made me squint with suspicion.
“Oh no,” I muttered, still cradled in Kyle’s arms like a sleepy ragdoll. “You’re plotting.”
Kingsley glanced over his shoulder with a wink. “When are we not?”
Kyle chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through my ribs as he adjusted me against his chest and started down the wide hallway. We turned toward the open kitchen, where Keegan was already barefoot and half-dressed, sleeves rolled to his elbows as he pulled leftovers from the fri
