Oh, crap,” Keely breathes. “You were supposed to stay in my room.”
Asmoday shrugs. “You needed me.”
“I—I did not.”
“Why was he in your room?” Nick grumbles.
“Why is he in our house?” Kimberly seethes.
“Who is he? Who are you?” Kevin redirects his question.

Autor: Cheryl McIntyre