Chapter 54. Tired Trials

Ainsley

The second I’m through the doorway, Iris practically throws herself at me, grabbing hold of me into what I would’ve classified as a hug if it weren’t for how deeply she digs her nails into my back while squeezing onto me.

Ouch.

“You’re alive!” she shouts. “And wet. Why are you—?”

When she pulls back from me and gets a look, a good look, at the blood staining my clothes and skin, she practically falls over. Even if they’re fairly minimal, it’s still pretty clear what the hell the three of us had gotten up to a little while ago.

“Oh my god!”

“Shhh,” Liam snaps, corralling us all inside with a few quick waves of his hands before any poor and unsuspecting passersby can stumble upon the horrifying sight of us all covered in grime and gore.

Honestly, Iris’s appalled expression is completely justified in this scenario.

Imagine opening the door to hopefully see the person you’d come looking for on the other