Darius.
I was torn from my sleep by a thunderous crash, a noise so jarring it yanked me into consciousness as though someone had poured a bucket of ice water over my head. My instincts kicked in, and I shot upright, my hand darting to the bedside table. My fingers closed around cold steel, and I leveled the gun toward the shadowy bedroom door, heart pounding like a war drum inside my chest.
A door creaked open noisily somewhere down the hall, followed by Jace’s shout, rough and urgent: “Enemy on the perimeter! The gate is down!”
My stomach clenched. Elise. Panic surged through my limbs, propelling me out of bed. My legs tangled in the blankets, nearly sending me sprawling face first into the floor. I kicked them off with a growl and charged for the door, intent on getting to Elise befor
