Estela's POV
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Easy, kid,” I said flatly into the phone, eyes fixed on the twitching tails disappearing beneath my expensive furniture. “There’s no danger—unless you count the danger of me vomiting from disgust. Looks like we’ve got a full-blown rat infestation. A bad one.”
Killian’s voice sharpened on the other end.
“Are you okay? Are the kids safe?”
I could practically feel him tense up through the phone, then heard the subtle shift in his tone—a barely-there breath of relief, followed by a half-suppressed smile.
“The nanny’s still here,” I added. “I’ll be out in a second.”
“I’m coming over to help.”
“Killian,” I cut in, the weight of the situation suddenly hitting me full force. “The only reason I’m agreeing to this is because I have no othe
