Khai's pov
I was deep in sleep when the knocking started.
It was not a gentle knock. It was the kind that had urgency behind it, heavy and repeated, the kind that pulled you out of sleep before your mind had caught up with your body and left you standing with your heart already moving fast before you had fully registered why.
I was on my feet before the second round of knocking finished.
My first instinct was not the door. It was the bed beside me and I turned and looked at Daisy before I did anything else. She was still asleep, her breathing slow and even, her hand resting on her stomach the way it always did now without her thinking about it. The knocking had not reached her, and I was grateful for that because she had needed the rest, and I was not going to be the reason she did not
