THIRD PERSON’S POV
“WAKE UP!” Alastair’s aggressive shouts pierced sharply through the night and as if on cue, Warren’s body rolled off the couch and landed on the floor with a crunching thud, his face flat against the cold floor. “I said … WAKE U—”
“What the f*ck, Alastair? What’s going on here?” Nathan’s eyes surveyed the scene until he finally noticed Warren lying face down against the plush carpeting. His arms were bent at an awkward angle and he didn’t seem to be breathing – until he groaned, that is. It was the middle of the night; Warren had been sleeping on the couch of the penthouse suite after everyone insisted to just share a four-people reservation among all six of them and now he ended up witnessing a murder after Alastair just literally asked to raid the pantry.
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