Sasha
Gin stumbles through the door the next morning. She nearly trips over her own feet, waking us up in the process. "Why do we have a panther sleeping in front of our door?" she asks, her voice high-pitched with disbelief.
I give an exasperated sigh, tossing my head back dramatically.
"Hey, Pan, stop hovering!" I shout toward the door. All I get in return is a low, gruff rumble.
"Why do you and Cho insist on sneaking around in a 'not-so-secret-no-one-knows' thing?" Makini mutters from her bed, voice dry as toast, adding air quotes for dramatic effect. I point to Jax, who is sleeping on our floor. He’s out hiding here from what’s happening in the boys' room.
Gin spins around, staring at us in disbelief.
"Dude, you're not exactly discreet about it," Makini states, raising one unimp
