Laura jolted awake, her heart racing as the echo of Gabriel's earlier threats reverberated in her mind. She blinked against the faint morning light filtering through the curtains, her eyes falling on the bedroom door.
The memory of the night before came rushing back—Gabriel's curses the moment he’d awoken outside, the pounding on the door, the sheer panic that had gripped her.
Her hand tightened around the cold metal of the gun she had clutched all night. She had eventually drifted into a restless sleep, her back against the bed frame, ready to defend herself if Gabriel broke in. She couldn't afford to take any chances. She had no idea what he was capable of, especially after the frightening realization that she had narrowly avoided his drugged wine.
Her body ached from the awkward pos
