"Who's in 108?" They both took the stairs as quickly as they could, nearly two at a time, and Jack was dizzy by the time they reached the first floor. He wasn't drunk but he sure as hell was buzzed, and the steady corkscrew pattern wasn't helping things.
"Here, I'm going to handle this--" he started, his voice commanding, and he held out a hand, as if to shield Evie from the door when they stopped in front of 108.