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Mitz knocked on the wooden door for the umpteenth time that hour, refusing to use his voice to shout at the male sleeping at the other side of the wall. Besides, it was five in the morning and he was positive every other sane soul were still snug on their beds, sleeping soundly. If it wasn’t for practice Mitz would still be enjoying his beauty rest as well. “Bennett.” He half-shouted half-whispered, shaking on the brass knob. The prince slammed his head against the wall a couple of times in frustration, deciding that it was time to block out his conscience and pick the lock to his bandmate’s room. It’s not like he wanted to do it, but he had to. If only he’d done it from the start, then he wouldn’t have had to wait for the slim chances of Destery waking up by himself. Lockpicking has never been a problem for Mitz since his father made it his priority to teach him, so he was able to trespass into the male’s room without a hassle. “Hey.” A kick on his leg. “Wake up.” A shake of his shoulders. “Bennett!”
