A knock on the door.
"Room service. Your dinner, ma'am."
My breath caught hard enough to hurt.
A gloved hand clamped over my mouth before I could make a sound.
"Not now," the man at the door snarled into the hallway. "I'm in for the night. Hang the do not disturb sign. If I'm bothered again I'll be calling your manager."
The hand on my mouth tightened. Another set of fingers found the top button of my blouse.
The crash came from the wrong direction.
The window behind us, forty floors above the city, exploded inward.
Glass. Wind. A blur so fast my eyes refused to track it.
Darius landed in a low crouch in the middle of the room, harness line still trailing behind him, eyes already locked on me.
I had never seen his face do what it did in that half second.
He was not the easygoing
