I heard the shower shut off upstairs and exhaled. Maybe we’d get one quiet night.
Then the knock hit the front door. Sharp. Impatient. Wrong.
I opened it and my stomach dropped.
Savannah.
Tall, sharp-dressed, looking like she owned the place. Her eyes scanned the foyer, landed on me, then cut straight to the staircase.
Kyra stepped out of the bathroom at the same time, wrapped in a towel. The warmth from the shower was still on her skin. I saw her go still the second she saw Savannah. She didn’t know her, but she felt it. The air changed.
“Zaire, we need to talk,” Savannah said, stepping inside like she’d been invited. Her voice was all command.
I moved immediately, blocking her path. “Savannah, this isn’t the time. You need to leave.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Is that the
