Claus bolted upright, his entire body stiffening. The warmth between them evaporated in an instant.

Mia frowned, still catching her breath. “Claus?”

“Up. Now.”

His voice was clipped, all steel. He was already pulling on his shirt and scanning the room like a soldier mapping enemy lines.

Mia’s pulse kicked. She didn’t argue. She scrambled off the couch, grabbing her discarded clothes.

“What’s going on?”

“Don’t ask…move.”

He grabbed her wrist, dragging her toward the ...