Jules’ P.O.V.
I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest as I heard banging on the front door echoing through the small apartment. Disoriented for a couple of seconds, as I tried to remember where the hell I was, I glanced around, my eyes adjusting to the dim morning light seeping through the blinds. But as I turned my head, I realized that I wasn’t alone.
Next to me, Koda stirred, his arm still draped protectively over my waist. His presence was a soothing balm to my anxiety, but the pounding on the door threatened to shatter that feeling of safety as the memory of Drake popped back into my mind. I swallowed hard, trying to calm the fear that had erupted within me so suddenly.
“Koda,” I whispered urgently, my voice trembling.
“Someone’s at the door,” I added, noticing how h
