Daphne knew even if she were asleep, this racket would have woken her up! So she frantically wiped herself dry, cursing under her breath as she pulled on her regular nightgown.
Shit. This was terrible. She didn't even have time to rummage through his belongings yet! She blew out the bathroom candles, praying he wouldn't enter or notice the steam wafting through. The bathwater was still warm.
Zephyr squawked loudly, trying to buy her time.
"I'm up, I'm up," Daphne replied, making sure to sound tired and extremely cross as she scolded Atticus from behind the door. "What do you want?"
"My dear sunshine, I want nothing more than for you to open the door."
And she wanted nothing more than to keep it shut.
"Can this wait till tomorrow?" Daphne demanded peevishly. "It's the middle of the night!"
