** Paige’s POV **

I huddle on the floor between the bed and the wall with Jaxon pressed against my chest, and Poppy whispering prayers beside me. My hands tremble, and I can feel my heart hammering in my throat. Every sound outside twists my stomach. I want to curl into myself, to make it all stop, but my mind won’t let me. I’m trapped between fear and the desperate need to do something. Anything.

How am I going to explain this to Poppy if we survive the night? If they ...