Adrian's POV
My instincts started to work the instant the lights went out. My hand reflexively reached the knife I kept stashed in the little cabinet under the coffee table as my whole body stiffened. Samantha's terror was flowing off her in waves as the abrupt darkness enveloped us like a stifling blanket.
I was too busy to reassure her. nor when the air crackled with danger, nor when time allowed words.
"Stay close to me," I said, a low but forceful whisper.
Samantha nodded even though I could hardly see her shadow outline. I gave her a squeeze, intending to transmit power over that little link when I felt her palm clasp mine firmly. My brain whirled. Jared would not visit personally—not for something like this. He would send someone, though, and whoever it was already inside.
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