The tension tightened as we approached my room. The three of us trained our eyes on Tristan’s door, expecting him to launch out of his room at any moment. The only other presence were four Elite soldiers at my door. I recognized two of them as Sarah’s guards but the other two were new. It crossed my mind that the new faces were mostly likely due to my carelessness.
When we stopped in front of my door, James turned to face me while Ross stepped away, his eyes fixed on Tristan’s door, his hand gripping his sword. James gave me a tight smile.
“I can’t remember the last time I’ve had this much fun,” he remarked. “This is up there with when I was almost beheaded by a possessed witch.”
“Well, you know who to come to for a good time now,” I replied weakly. He snorted and gestured to my door
