RORY
I’m jolted awake by the sound of something crashing to the ground. Frowning, I sit up on the bed, glancing around warily as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. This room looks familiar but it’s not mine. I frown, glancing down at the sheets pooled on my laps. Where the hell am I?
That’s when I remember.
The lights going off as the room plunged into darkness.
Several gunshots ringing out in rapid successions.
My head slamming against the ground.
Carter getting hit by a bullet.
A familiar masculine voice muttering a string of profanities has me hurrying out of the bed and running to the en suite bathroom. In my panic, I don’t remember to knock. I simply twist the door-knob and freeze when I see Carter standing in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the sink with his o
