A knock echoes through the dimly lit room, pulling Kieran from his sleep.
His golden eyes flicker open, narrowing slightly in irritation.
Beside him, Ace stirs, his body warm against the sheets. Billie, the tiny bundle of mischief, is nestled against Ace's chest, his tiny fingers clutching the fabric of Ace's sleepwear.
Ace groans, his voice thick with sleep. "Is it morning already?" he mutters, his face buried in the pillow.
Kieran sighs, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. "Seems like it. Who the hell is knocking at this hour?" His voice is edged with annoyance as he swings his legs off the bed, his bare feet hitting the cool wooden floor.
He stalks toward the door, his shoulders tense.
