(KRYSTAL'S POV)
My ears ring from the sound of gunshots coming from outside. My heart pounds in my chest to the point that it's painful. I shuffle backwards, away from the masked intruder walking toward me. Then for a split second, I freeze.
The cold, creeping realization hits me that all I'm wearing is a T-shirt and lace panties. I'm completely exposed and vulnerable.
Instinct immediately kicks in. I scramble to my feet, trying to get my bearings. My bare feet scrape across the carpet and I can feel every nerve in my body firing. I raise my hands in front of me, balling them into fists.
The man tries to grab me and I swing my fist as fast as I can, connecting with his jaw. He barely flinches. I grit my teeth, bracing for the inevitable fight. He swings back, and I duck, dropping down low and driving my elbow into his gut. The sound of impact barely registers over my racing heartbeat. He grunts, the movement throwing him off slightly.
