Riley’s pov cont’d
As soon as my friend burst into the room, the chaotic atmosphere shifted immediately. The music screeched to a halt, and the Lockwood triplets tensed.
My heart was racing, adrenaline pumping through my veins as I snapped out of the twisted haze I’d been caught in. Panic surged as I registered her words. Cops? Now? How?
I turned toward the triplets, my face flushing with embarrassment and anger. The playful, hungry expressions they'd worn were replaced by something darker. They looked irritated as if my friend's arrival had interrupted their “fun.” But I didn’t care.
“We have to go,” I said firmly, my voice low but sharp. I quickly grabbed my trench coat off the floor, wrapping it around my trembling body.
Christopher was the first to speak. His violet eyes gleame
