Wake up call Glass. Screams. Barking. Kyle vaulted us to the floor, covering my body with his and groping for his ankle. A second later he pushed himself up with one arm, a small black pistol in his other hand, and scanned my face with worried eyes. Rocking back onto his knees, he wiped my forehead with a gentle thumb and swore under his breath. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” he asked. I shook my head, words failing me as my eyes locked on the gun. Whoever was outside had one, too. More explosions, followed by a roar. “Stay. Here.” Kyle dropped a kiss on my head and turned, still crouching behind the sofa. I couldn’t breathe. Darcy nosed at my hand and I pulled her to my chest, petting and shushing her as she struggled against my grip. Kyle moved to the end of the couch, then darted to the doorway.
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