I didn't need to do much—just a quick touch-up on my makeup, a glance in the mirror, and I was good to go. I snatched my phone and the rest of the cash from the nightstand, slipping them into my pocket. Maybe I'll buy a cute bag while I'm out today, I thought to myself, smoothing down my top.
I headed downstairs and made my way to the heavy front entrance of the compound. Drakon was standing by the thick double doors, leaning in close as he talked to a stocky guy in a tactical vest holding a clipboard.
"Ready," I said, stepping up beside him.
Drakon paused, turning his head toward me. He gestured to the burly guy at the post. "Kira, this is Edric. He runs the front door. No one gets in or out without him knowing."
Edric gave me a gruff, respectful nod.
Drakon looked down at him with a
