Daisy's pov
I had been pulled from sleep by sound.
Not a loud sound, not the kind that announces itself clearly and gives you time to sit up and orient yourself before you respond to it. It was the quieter kind, movement and voices muffled through the wall, the particular quality of commotion that reaches you in sleep and pulls you toward the surface before you have decided whether it is worth waking up for.
I lay still for a moment and listened.
Something was wrong.
I pushed the covers back and swung my legs over the side of the bed and moved toward the door, reaching for the handle and pressing my eye to the narrow gap in the frame to look out into the corridor.
The door burst open.
It came in so fast that I stumbled backward and barely kept my footing and Robert was inside the ro
