Mercer's POV
My leg shifted under the thin sheet, and I turned over only to find the other side of the bed empty. Jonah had left it at some point while I slept. The room looked off, shadows stretching longer across the walls than I remembered from the night before. I pushed myself up, muscles stiff from the fight that had brought us here. My things sat exactly where I had dropped them on the chair by the wall. I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head, then reached for my gun on the nightstand. The weight felt wrong the second my fingers closed around it. I checked the chamber. Empty. Bullets gone. It could have been anyone, but my gut pointed straight at Jonah.
I moved to the window and eased the curtain aside just enough to scan the yard outside. Nothing moved out there. I dropped
