Caden walks into the room bubbling with anger, she can feel it even if the others can't, and she doesn't know if it's because she knows him well enough or because she's a siren, but he's furious and that worries April as much as it comforts her. Angry people make mistakes. She isn't worried for herself, she's worried for him, she's worried he'll do something he shouldn't and these assholes will hurt him, but she has to keep herself under control. Especially when it feels like Caden's anger is more than just an emotion. It's bigger than that and April's gaze flicks briefly toward the balcony doors, but she doesn't move until she's hauled to her feet.

"I'm not taking the tape off her mouth. If you've been fucking her, you know what she's capable of if we let her speak," the guy says, but he unties her feet and lets her stand on her own. Her legs are aching, but she doesn't do anything except stand there. She makes no attempt to move until he starts pushing her toward Caden and then she walks forward carefully, still not letting any of what she's feeling show up on her face. They just need to get these men out of her room.

Then she can start thinking about how to get rid of them for good.

"You take her and stand over by the balcony so you're not blocking our exit," he instructs and April glances at Caden then and nods. There's nothing they can do, not now. Another gust of wind batters the balcony door and she has to resist the urge to flinch, but she looks at Caden and she's beginning to make a connection. The weather had been beautiful until he had arrived. And now outside matches the stormy expression he's wearing and April finds herself wondering if it's a coincidence at all.