She practically dragged them through the doorway.
The interior of Onyx House was chaos in the best possible way. The common room was cluttered with mismatched furniture, tactical gear, textbooks, and what appeared to be someone's laundry draped over a chair. The walls were covered in posters, photographs, and what looked like a hand-drawn chart tracking something called "Jaime's Protein Intake."
A massive young man with green hair stood in front of a full-length mirror, flexing his biceps with an expression of profound concentration. "Yes," he muttered to himself. "The gains are real. The gains are REAL."
A pair of twins sat on one of the couches, the tan-skinned girl with emerald eyes texting rapidly on her phone while her shorter sister did push-ups on the floor, counting each rep with enthusiastic gasps.
