"Why would--" Rosa started, stopped, closed her eyes as she drew in the biggest possible breath. And held it, for however long it would take to prevent her from just blasting them both in the knee caps right then and there.

Or at least their shoulders, since Anna Pavlova was too close to Seivarden's knee caps and Summer was still kneeling on the otherside of the bed looking like a deer caught in headlights since her plan to duck underneath the bed before Rosa saw her had clearly not worked.

But if she shot them, then she'd have to deal with blood on her carpet, and this was enough to deal with right now without adding that to it.

"You know what?" she said, once she let that breath go. "I don't even fucking care." She stepped aside to make room, gesturing toward the door. "Just get the fuck out."