Ivy
The house smells strongly of the three men and winter air. It clings to the walls just like the storm does outside. My boots leave little wet prints across the entryway floor as Cole hauls in the last of my bags.
"Upstairs," Elias says, nodding toward the staircase. He's already stripped out of his jacket. His broad shoulders are tense like he's bracing for the fallout of what we have done.
I follow in silently, my fingers clenched around the strap of my backpack. I swallow as I gaze up the stairs. Where will they put my things? There are only three rooms, but there are four of us. A simple fact that the Kings of Northvale have yet to notice. And here I thought they were smart, but this is a mathematical error that they missed.
Cole pauses halfway up the stairs. "Where
