LUCAS’S POV
The knock came hard and fast.
I groaned, rolling over in bed. My head felt heavy, my eyes half-open. The sun hadn’t even climbed high yet. I squinted toward the window—the light was faint, grayish. Too early for anyone sane to be banging on my door.
I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face. “What the hell…”
Another set of knocks followed, louder this time. Whoever it was had no patience.
“All right, I’m coming,” I muttered, dragging myself out of bed. I threw on a shirt and ran a hand through my hair before heading for the door.
When I opened it, three men in dark suits were standing there. They didn’t look like delivery guys or neighbors. No smiles. No morning greetings. Just business.
The one in front, tall with a clean-shaven face and a folder in his hand, looked me dea
