“Christian!” I shout again, pulling the door shut behind me. He spins at the end of the hall by the elevator, worry all over his face as I hurry towards him.
“Iris!” he says, putting a hand around my waist and tugging me close protectively, look around for whatever is attacking, “what’s wrong!?”
“What the hell!” Frankie shouts, yanking the apartment open and storming into the hall after me, Nico on his heels.
“Can we please,” I say through gritted teeth, grossing my arms and glaring up at Christian, “have a moment alone?”
It takes Christian about half a second to realize that nothing’s wrong, that I just chased him out here to have a word in private. He sighs, holding up a hand towards Nico and Frankie, who stop dead in their tracks – even if they don’t look happy about it.
“You have
