Sloane

I jolt up in bed.

‘Aisling, what’s wrong?’ I ask, knowing only Aisling could have pulled me out of my sleep that quickly.

‘Someone was in our room.’

‘Who?’

‘I don’t know. They smell … familiar, but not familiar.’

I have no idea what that means. I look around the room, using Aisling’s heightened senses to listen for any sound or see any movement.

The door to my bedroom is open. I get up and walk to the door, looking down the hallway, Then I smell it, him. ...