"Willow! Wake up. We're under attack!"
Ryker's shout had me snapping upright in bed before my eyes had completely opened. The sounds of shattering glass, splashing liquid, and gunshots were not really the best wake up call I'd experienced in my life before.
He darted over, pulled me from the bed and down to the floor before he flipped the bed up on its side. "Stay here." He pressed a kiss to my head and raced off across the room.
"Ryker!" I shouted after him. I blinked, tried to get my brain to wake up so I could focus. Under the adrenaline rush, I was tired and achy. But the sheer power that pushed through my veins had me getting to my feet.
I fished behind me on the floor, scooped up my inside out pants. I threw the panties back on the floor. Not today, Satan. I danced into my pan
