ELEVEN
Rora didn’t hear any movement. There were no voices or sounds. She didn’t even remember feeling her pillow move. All she remembered was the clench of panic.
Still lying in bed with her eyes closed, instinct made her catch the wrist of the hand that had just slid under her pillow. At the same time, her other hand shot out from beneath the pillow. Her thumb released the blade of her knife and she thrust its length against the throat of whoever the hell had invaded her space.
In such a deep daze, she had to blink and tell herself that this wasn’t a nightmare, this was reality.
“f**k,” Strike breathed out, his eyes alight with arousal. “Do your worst, Kero.”
“Damnit,” she said, relaxing her hand but pushing his shoulder.
Rora still had the blade in her fist and with her heavy body
