Jake’s eyes popped open. Every muscle in his body came to life as the realization filtered through his dreams. And he had been asleep. Deep in sleep. For the first time in weeks—months even. But not anymore. For a moment, nothing happened. Silence filled the room long enough for Jake to hope that he was merely overreacting. That it was nothing more than a false alarm. That he was so out of practice that he was jumping at shadows. Then he heard the sound again—the soft slide of the metal deadbolt gently being pried back. There was no denying it. Someone was out there trying to get in. And whoever they were, they were good. Professional good. Too bad for them Jake was better. He rolled over, reaching out for his weapon on the bedside table. Verity’s sleeping body moved with him. She mumbled something incoherent against his shoulder but didn’t wake up.
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