Soren
I heard the thud first.
My eyes snapped open, every muscle in my body snapping taut before my mind had fully caught up. My hand was under the pillow, reaching for the arm of the gun I always kept there, my finger crooking over the trigger as I listened for the next sound.
I'd had enough assassination attempts in the past year to last me through a lifetime, but none had been bold enough to come here. How the fuck did they get past security without triggering the alarms?
A single breath passed.
A faint, female groan came from the balcony. The glass door slid open silently, and the wind brought in the scent of jasmine and vanilla.
The tension in my body eased so fast it almost pissed me off.
What the hell was she doing?
I let my hand fall away from the gun and settled back against the pillows, keeping my breathing slow and even, letting my eyes remain shut.
