On a normal night, I’m the one causing the breakage though, by the tried and tested method of throwing someone through it, not being yanked out of sleep in a cute guy’s bed because of it. I jerked upright into a sitting position, sheet slithering to my waist, and listened. My own breathing rasped in my ears, mocking my attempts to hear what was going on downstairs. Ordinary human, remember? I don’t have the vision of a hawk or the hearing of…whatever hears really well. My reaper senses engaged in a screaming match with good old human, survival instincts and the hairs on the back of my neck rose. Something was in the house with us, and let’s be honest, it wasn’t here for anything as harmless as borrowing a cup of sugar. Troy grunted and turned over in the bed next to me, managing a neat roll and tuck maneuver that snagged all the covers. I’d have to remember he was a duvet-hog. Slipping from the bed, I sent a silent prayer upward that habit had made me put something on after we’d finished our last round of pulse-pounding sex.
