Jungkook stood outside the master bedroom door, his hand resting on the handle, his body still carrying the adrenaline from the warehouse confrontation with Alyra, from the violence of retrieving what belonged to him.

He'd driven back to the mansion with Alyra unconscious in the passenger seat, still drugged from whatever chloroform those idiots had used on her, her head lolling against the window, her breathing shallow but steady.