Seris:
The thudding footsteps grew louder—two tornadoes of barely-contained chaos barreling toward the door with all the grace of drunken centaurs in armor.
Ariane looked toward the sound with a groan already forming in her throat. “Don’t they ever tire?”
I lifted a brow and suppressed a smile. “Only when they’re dead, and even then, they put up a fight.”
Before she could reply, the door slammed open with the full dramatic flair of siblings who had long mastered the art of being a menace.
Ridge entered first, holding an obnoxiously large silver basin sloshing with water, and absolutely no mercy. His grin stretched from ear to ear.
Rook trailed behind, already cackling. “Rise and freeze, lovebirds!”
Ariane leapt back with a yelp, clutching the edge of the sheet to her chest. “You swo
