The sound of the door opening in the middle of the night stirred Rey awake. If there was one thing being on the run for most of her life taught her, it was to always sleep with one eye open.
Her eyes snapped open in the darkness, just as the door shut. Soft footsteps creaking across the floorboards followed.
She lay stiff under the fur covers, her back to the intruder, every muscle coiled tight as she gripped the pen she'd found in one of the drawers beneath the pillow.
Just as she felt the air shift, like a hand coming closer, she moved, fast and precise. She struck upward, aiming for flesh, but a strong grip caught her wrist mid-thrust.
She jolted upright, wrenching her wrist free and flicking on the lamp switch. Dim light flooded the room, and her eyes snapped up to meet a familiar
