*Ella*

I sit up, rubbing sleep from my eyes. 

“Get up, get dressed–”

“It’s four in the morning–”

Ryatt pulls the sheets from my body and yanks me out of bed. His fingers dig into my arm as I’m hauled to my feet. “What the hell is the matter with you?”

I can barely see a thing. Lightning crackles, briefly illuminating the room around us. I shake him off and cross my arms under my breasts, my stomach twisting as his face comes into view. Ryatt ...