HE STOOD IN THE DOORWAY, watching her sleep. Though she’d dropped off almost immediately, Brita’s sleep wasn’t restful. She jerked and twitched, crying out in her dreams as Percy watched helplessly.
He’d finally given up on sleeping himself and stood watch over her. Just in case her dreams became too much for her to handle alone.
Percy had made himself a cup of hot coffee and was watching the door and Brita at the same time. He knew he was being paranoid. He’d called Godric moments earlier to find his brother awake and listening to Blues in his car outside the building.
Even if the killer managed to find their hidey hole, he wouldn’t be able to sneak up on them. Still, the attack on Brita had unnerved him nearly as much as it had unnerved her. And he was having trouble shaking it.
“You
