I didn’t waste a single second, my feet making quick work of the distance that separated me from the bedroom, my footsteps sounding surprisingly soft as they made contact with the floor. The brass of the doorknob was cold beneath my palms, but I didn’t hesitate, slipping into the bedroom without bothering to look over my shoulder, instinct telling me that Matthew was far behind me. The voices sounding from the living room was more than enough proof of that.
After the program that the girls had been watching came to an end, they immediately sprung into action, starting to argue with one another about who would be allowed to choose the next one. Matthew had reacted so fast that it had seemed as if he had been fully prepared for it. From what I could understand, the main problem was the bla
