Chapter 29

At the crack of gunfire, Rowan jolted awake. Heart threatening to beat straight out of her chest, she hit the floor, cracking her knee on the hardwood and automatically covering her head before she was even truly conscious. Awareness of where she was slammed into her. Robert's. She was in the guest room at Robert's.

Nightmare. It was just a nightmare.

On a slow exhale, she dropped her brow to the floor.

Another two shots shattered the stillness of night. Rowan jerked her head up, pulse kicking back to high gear.

Not a nightmare. Someone was shooting at the house.

A thud sounded from down the hall, launching her heart into her throat.

Oh God, oh no, oh shit. Was someone in the house?

Rowan kicked free of the covers tangled around her legs and rose into a crouch, retrieving the case with her Sig Sauer from the nightstand drawer. Her fingers fumbled through the combination.

"C'mon. C'mon!"

Snick.