Pratik headed up the stairs, quickly, but not fast enough to wind himself. He got to the door and raised his hand to knock, but hesitated when he heard Ky.
“You’re not ALLOWED to leave,” Ky said. Her voice was muffled by the door, but it was very clearly raised a little.
Pratik raised his eyebrows. Bold. Telling Zander what he could or couldn’t do. Didn’t she know that guaranteed Zander would do what she just told him he couldn’t?
“Ky.” Zander sounded tired, but not upset. “Stop making such a fuss. Do you really want to embarrass yourself in front of Emery?”
“No. I want you to stop being so ridiculous!”
Pratik smirked a little. Turns out the only person in the world who could mouth off to Zander and get away with it was a timid little girl.
He knocked.
