Raine POV
I was half asleep when someone knocked. Hard. The kind of knock that does not respect bedtime or patience. I rolled over, pulled the blanket up, and pretended not to hear. If it was Lucian, I was not ready to be murdered by charm.
The knocking came again, sharper this time. I blinked, shoved the blanket off, and swung the door open.
Of course it was Bella. Perfect hair, perfect lips, perfect pinched face. She stood in the doorway like she owned the corridor and the night and every bored god in between.
“You have come to the wrong room, Bella. Now be on your way,” I said, trying to get to the point. My voice came small because I was tired, but my mood was large.
She stepped in without asking, like she had a key to my life. “Wrong room?” She made a face like she tasted somethi
