Lyla

I jumped, putting a hand over my heart as it raced inside my chest.

“Jesus…” I mumbled.

“Uhhh,” I heard Shane say from across the townhouse. “Who—?”

“RASHID!”

The loud tone had me wincing. It was ear-piercing and grating, a shriek like nothing I’d heard before. Next to me, Rashid grabbed the pan that had fallen out of his hands before setting it back down ...