The door to their suite shut with a soft click. Alexia marched ahead of the twins, her steps quick and sharp. Without a word, she disappeared into the walk-in closet.
Ryan and Kyan lingered near the foot of the bed, exchanging wide-eyed glances. The silence that followed was heavy — thick with the weight of everything that had just happened.
A moment later, Nate entered, his tie hanging loose around his neck, his jaw set tight. His eyes darted from the twins to the rest of the room. “Where’s Alexia?” he asked, voice low but simmering.
The twins pointed silently toward the closet.
“Go to your room,” Nate said, the calm in his voice doing little to hide his irritation. “Now. I need to talk to your mother.”
Kyan opened her mouth to argue, but Ryan caught her hand and gave a subtle shake
