Nanny and Her Four Alpha Bullies
I cross my room in my socks and pajamas and slip out into the hallway.
Voices echo down the hallway, coming from the direction of the living room. I quietly follow the sound, careful not to make too much noise.
At the corner of the living room, I stop and I listen, deciding not to make my presence known.
“I’m not going to let some unknown asshole waltz in here and steal Chloe away,” Steven says, with an unusual amount of fire and passion that’s usually reserved for his experiments. Though I recognize his voice, I still peek around the corner to be sure.