Fiona closed the door behind his brothers, giving them the hairy eyeball. "Upstairs sleeping as most people do at two in the morning."
Dodging furniture, he strode into an adjoining room that looked like a circular solarium. Glass walls and padded bench seating had it set up like a reading nook. Bypassing it, he rushed into another and found a dark polished winding staircase with a burgundy runner.
"What are you doing here, Meath?" Fiona flicked her glance at his brothers, who trailed after him like lost puppies. "And Meath accessories? It's the middle of the night."
"Something's wrong with Kaida." Brady stomped up the steps, hysterical anxiety clawing his gut. The burn in his mark grew hotter, nearly intolerable. "Very wrong."
Ceara met him at the top, auburn ringlets in a high ponytail and wearing a green nightgown that molded to her slender frame. "What's going on?"
"Which bedroom is Kaida's?"
She moved aside and pointed. "First door on the right. Why?"