LIORA'S POV:
The living room was comfortably quiet, except for the occasional sound of Shawn clicking away on his phone. I leaned back into the couch, exhausted after what felt like the longest day of my life. My recent favorite TV show was on, but I wasn’t paying much attention to it. My eyelids were heavy, and I found myself drifting off when the loud ring of my phone startled me awake.
Groaning, I fumbled for my phone, blinking at the screen. "Hey, Nikolai," I said, pressing the speaker button so that Shawn could listen in on the conversation too.
"Hey," Nikolai's familiar voice came through, sounding a bit more serious than usual.
"Has Shawn made it to your place safely?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.
"Yes, Nikolai. I'm right here," Shawn piped up before I could answer. He had this smug look on his face, one that practically screamed, "'I’m an adult; I can handle myself.'"