ELISA'S POV
Mona had just finished unpacking the clothes. She folded the last shirt neatly and set it down on the counter, brushing her hands together like her work was done.
Kara clapped her hands together with a grin that made me suspicious.
“Okay, so, now that we have this all sorted out, where is mister mysterious going to shower?”
I glanced at Azrien, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His face was back to being unreadable. I couldn’t even tell if he cared about showering and changing or not. “We could use the guest bathroom on this floor,” I suggested, trying to be practical.
Mona shook her head. “That one’s got a broken lock. Has for weeks. Unless you want someone walking in on him.”
Kara’s grin grew. “Then let him use the one down the hall.”
Mona shot he
