Khalida sighs. “Right. Well,” she grunts softly and lifts the box. “At least be a gentleman enough to get the door.” She doesn’t know this, but the door is locked.

Asa smiles at Vic. “Sober?”

Sorcha sighs through her nose. “Then I’ll find someone else to do it.” She turns to Nic. “Will you?” Then she nods. “I see. I suppose she is beautiful. What do you think Jason?”