SiennaMy heart hammered so loud, I swore Jaxon could hear it. The floor creaked again — slow, steady. Whoever it was, they weren’t just downstairs anymore. They were climbing.The bedroom door was wide open, our clothes still scattered in the half-light. Panic surged through me.“Shit, Jaxon—” I whispered, already fumbling for my bra.“Quick,” he muttered, pulling his shirt over his head and hopping into his jeans.In less than a minute we were both dressed, though messy, our hair wild, skin still flushed from what we had done. We darted out into the hallway, bracing ourselves.But the footsteps… stopped.Instead, silence.We rushed down the stairs, every sound of our movement echoing in the empty house. My stomach twisted, my hands trembling as I clutched the railing.At the bottom, a blur of motion caught my eye. A shadowy figure — tall, fast — slipped through the open front door. By the time we made it outside, all we saw was the flash of taillights.The car peeled away, tires scr
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