(Siena POV)
A violent pounding on my door jolts me awake, shattering the stillness of night. I bolt upright, heart hammering against my ribs as my senses snap to full alertness.
“Siena!” Raiden's voice carries through the wood, urgent and strained. “Wake up! We're under attack!”
I leap from bed, adrenaline flooding my veins. Another crash against the door tells me he's not waiting for my response.
The wood splinters as Raiden bursts through, his powerful frame outlined in the doorway. Blood streaks his face, his clothes torn and disheveled. The scent of battle clings to him—smoke, blood, and something acrid I don't recognize.
“Intruders,” he growls, midnight eyes scanning my room for threats. “At least twenty of them breached the northern perimeter. They've disabled the security
