~ LARK ~
She’d slept like the dead. Wasn’t even aware of dreaming. So when she first heard the growling, it didn’t really register. Her home had always been full of growling.
But then her mind and body were sucked out of the dark depths of sleep, adrenalin pumping in her veins. She wasn’t home anymore—she was in John-Paul’s home. And someone was growling.
Sitting bolt upright, her eyes darted around the room, her ears perked and measuring for distance and location of the source of danger… but the growling was coming from the lounger.
Lark blinked. The room was still dim. Heavy blackout curtains kept the sunlight at bay, but there was a thin line of light glowing around the top and bottom of them—so it was definitely morning. Lark rubbed her eyes, then looked at her phone.
It was almo
