CHAPTER EIGHT
ELISA
Loud knocking invades my awareness, and I wake with an inelegant snort and an awkward flail that nearly sends me to the floor.
Luke’s arms tighten around me, preventing me from falling. He gently rolls me onto the sofa and stands, striding to the door.
The knock sounds again. It’s insistent; sharp, staccato raps.
Luke unlocks the deadbolt and swings the door open.
From my position adjacent to the entryway, I can see the tip of a hat and a blue uniform.
“Hello. I’m Officer Mays. We’ve received a call of a woman in distress,” an unfamiliar female voice says.
Luke lowers his eyebrows. “What?”
“One of your neighbors called. Said they saw someone—you, I would guess—dragging a drunk or otherwise incapacitated woman out of a car and into the house. They were concerned
