Sienna
The handle shifted.
“Fuck,” Jaxon breathed, low, urgent. He scrambled upright, eyes darting.
“Wardrobe,” I hissed, barely moving my lips.
He didn’t hesitate. He slid off the bed, silent, quick, and slipped into the wardrobe, pulling the door shut just as the latch on mine clicked.
I yanked the blanket up to my chin,...