Lianas Pov

The knock rattled me out of my sleep like a gun shot.

It wasn't loud but it sounded too urgent. Too intentional. It wasn't like the usual tap of a visitor or the stutter-step thud of a delivery person. It was a knock that sounded quite unique.

I looked at the clock. 6: 57 a.m. What the hell?

Pulling my robe tighter around me, I padded to the door, still blinking the remnants of sleep from my eyes. The sun hadn’t risen fully, casting a soft amber hue across the street, washing ...