Enough to reveal a smidge of Eban’s face. Oh lord. Sylvie held her breath when Wystan cracked the door an inch. “Go home.” He didn’t order her about often and it didn’t seem like he was interested in debating about it now. “Let me in.” She wedged the shiny toe of her white boot between the frame and the door. “I have every right to come in and talk to you.” “This is not a good time. I’m assuming Tell found you.” “Yes, and that’s exactly why you need to let me in.” She leaned on the door, but it didn’t move. Wystan was stronger than a bull and stubborn as a jackass. Rhia was the only person who could budge his mind on any subject. “You’re going to cause a scene,” Eban whispered over Wystan’s shoulder. “We don’t need everyone knowing we’re here.” “Then your best option is to let me come inside.”
