Phoenix tensed in Tyki’s grasp. “What are you—” But before he had a chance to protest further, they were already stepping through the door, and by the time they were on the other side, he was more preoccupied with looking around the apartment.

It was quiet, he noted. The curtains over the sliding glass door were drawn shut and the lights were turned off, offering very little light in an already darkened and apparently empty room.

Phoenix sighed and turned his attention back to Tyki. He considered asking if that stunt was really necessary but settled on giving him a decidedly unamused look instead and then attempted to extricate himself from his hold.