–Damon–
Caine stood and tapped Kai and Logan. I didn't wait—I bolted upstairs to the master bedroom. I pushed the door wide open.
My wife was still sleeping, her body curled slightly. Choco sat next to her, tense and growling low, protective. That damned dog was more alert than the guards outside.
"Liva," I called.
"Mmm." She turned to the side, eyes half-closed. "Baby, stay here, okay? I need to check what's outside."
She opened her eyes and slowly sat up, disoriented but already sensing something.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Stay here." I scanned the windows and the balcony. Locked. Good. But my paranoia didn't ease. I stepped out.
"Laura," she muttered. "Check on Laura."
Of course. Always her sister first. I clenched my jaw and made my way to the other corridor. I knocked three times. Damien opened the door, eyes sleepy but alert.
"Where's Laura?"
He glanced toward the bed. "Still sleeping."
"Stay with her," I ordered. He nodded.
