ANGELICA POV
The twins were definitely planning their escape.
One of them—probably the aggressive little gremlin on the right—had just landed a solid kick under my ribs, while the other seemed determined to play hopscotch on my bladder. I shifted in my chair for the third time in five minutes, trying to find a position that didn’t make me feel like I was simultaneously being stabbed and smothered.
“Angel?” Killian’s voice pulled me out of my internal whining spiral.
I blinked up at him, trying to focus. He was sitting across from me in the den, one brow slightly arched, holding some papers that looked vaguely important—pack budgets, land agreements, or maybe evacuation protocols in case I finally exploded and took the whole Winter Pack with me.
“Hm?” I managed, pretending I’d heard an
