CHAPTER 36

More angry than ever, he raked his hands through his hair. He didn’t get out of bed until he heard two sets of footsteps moving toward his bedroom. Slow, deliberate, and unhurried steps. At this hour, it would have to be an emergency for someone to bother him, but the footfall suggested otherwise. Similar to an assassin’s cunning attempt to enter a building unnoticed. He opened his bedside drawer with his hand and took the revolver out.

The approaching steps halted at his door. Whoever they were seemed to be considering their options for a very long time. He thought about instructing them to finish doing whatever it was they came for so he could take care of them. Then there was a faint knock on the door. The doorknob turned before he had a chance to reply, and Jake gently pulled the door open. With her red hair hanging past her hips and her gaze locked on him, Lelandi stood in the doorway wearing Darien’s plaid shirt.

Sleepwalking, just as Tom does when he’s too exhausted. Tom claime