Villain Ch 1734. Bathed Like a Dying Noble
The hallway back to Shea's room was dim, lit only by wall sconces and the soft underglow from recessed lighting along the floorboards. The kind of hallway meant for quiet luxury and midnight conversations.
When he opened the bedroom door, he didn't expect all of them to still be awake.
But they were.
Or at least, some of them were.
Zoe was curled up at the edge of the bed, half-buried under three blankets, scrolling through something on her phone. Bella had a face mask on, talking quietly to Alice about the difference between linen thread counts while Alice nodded sleepily.
Shea, predictably, was stretched across the middle of the bed like a spoiled cat queen. Larissa sat at the edge with a glass of water, watching him walk in like she'd known he'd be back at that exact moment.
Vivian had claimed a corner pillow, already flopped down in her pajamas, pretending to be asleep but definitely listening.
Allen stopped in the doorway.
