Jasmine

I WAKE TO A CREAKING FLOORBOARD.

Tom?

Did he come back in? Of course, I locked the door, but Tom Dune could get past any lock if he wanted to. I didn’t think he would though.

And yet, relief is not a strong enough word for how I feel at the idea he’s come back. It’s more like celebration. Like everything was off in the world, and now it’s right again.

The doorknob to the bedroom turns slowly, and the hair stands up on my head.

It’s not Tom.

My instincts take over, and I throw myself over the side of the bed, rolling under it just as the door creaks and swings wide.

Someone grunts and a body thuds to the floor.

Somehow, I stifle my scream.

The cabin shakes with gunfire in the living room. I crawl on my belly to retrieve the pistol on the night table. Based on the thuds and smacks of hand to hand combat, interspersed with gunfire from the front room, I think Tom’s here, silently fighting to protec