Arman POV
I jumped out of bed, “What the f**k?” I grumbled, Ava was siting on the bed, grasping the sheets against her naked body, confused, startled, and shaken. We were in our bedroom on the second floor of my private Penthouse. There were no maids or service, we slept here alone, and somehow an intruder got in and is now knocking on our bedroom door.
“Arman..” She mumbled, fear written all over her eyes. I looked at her, reassuringly. “Lock yourself in the bathroom…” I mumbled and she looked at me afraid.
“What about you?” She muttered back.
´I am a skilled warrior, the person on the other side, has no idea what is coming his way…´ I said through our bond, and she shook her head, ´On my count…1… 2… 3…´ I finished and she sprinted into the bathroom locking herself in…
´Be caref
