An urgent banging against the door woke me from my sleep. I groaned and glanced at the time. Three fifteen. I moaned, out loud, unappreciated that I had been woken up so rudely at such a late hour. I know these people were octurnal but didn’t they know I still need my beauty sleep? The banging rattled the door again. Guess not, I thought, biting back the urge to tell them to piss out. I grabbed my robe and hurried over to the door before swinging it open with obvious annoyment. “Someone had better been dying,” she growled.
Standing in front of her, Luther was wearing less than she was, and looking a little more than wired than sleep-deprived.
“Get dressed,” he demanded, without so much as an apology.
She arched an eyebrow and observed what little he was wearing, then cleared her thro
