. . Nabi woke with a start. Someone was in his room. Over the seventeen years he had lived on Mo and Dani’s farm as their head of security, he had been woken up numerous times by people sneaking in. At first he thought it was strange, but now he was used to it. He had locked his doors and windows, installed security, activated motion detectors . . . but that hadn’t stopped her. It had barely slowed her down. And now he could tell by the breathing she was the one slowly creeping toward his bed in his small house on the farm. He listened closely—five intruders in total. He kept his breathing normal and waited until exactly the right moment to attack. It might be dangerous letting them get this close, but Ahmed had trained him well. One, two, three . . . “Argh!” Nabi yelled as he leapt from his bed with his arms outstretched. Ahmed had been right about the growth spurt. By the time Nabi was twenty-three, he stood just shy of six feet and was one hundred eighty-five pounds of pure muscle.
