A heavy knock sounded on the door, jolting Bruce up sharply from his sleep.

He frowned as it sounded again.

“Who the fuck knocks like that?” he muttered hoarsely as he threw the blankets aside and stood. But the irritation drained from his face the moment memory caught up with him.

The scarlet sky. The lockdown and the monster.

His muscles went rigid.

Before he could reach the door, the knock came again—louder this time.

“I’m coming damn it,” he muttered, visibly irritated by the ...