Chapter 7
Someone Wants Her Gone
Lena's POV
My hand was already under the pillow before the handle finished turning.
My fingers closed around the dagger I had slid there before lying down. Three years of training did not switch off at bedtime. I was on my feet and positioned beside the door frame before it opened, back flat against the wall, blade ready, breathing controlled.
Then the door swung inward, three of them male built like warriors, which they were. They stepped inside without announcing themselves, which told me everything about what this was the first one held a lamp.
The second had his arms crossed, the third closed the door behind them with the deliberate quiet of someone who did not want to be heard from the corridor.
I stayed where I was beside the frame none of the
