Lianas Pov
The knock rattled me out of my sleep like a gun shot.
It wasn't loud but it sounded too urgent. Too intentional. It wasn't like the usual tap of a visitor or the stutter-step thud of a delivery person. It was a knock that sounded quite unique.
I looked at the clock. 6: 57 a.m. What the hell?
Pulling my robe tighter around me, I padded to the door, still blinking the remnants of sleep from my eyes. The sun hadn’t risen fully, casting a soft amber hue across the street, washing the world in half-light. I hesitated, looking through the peephole.
Suddenly, I stepped back as if the sight had burned me. Dominic? What… what was he doing here?
My heart flipped, thudded, and then raced as the knock came again. Slowly, I pushed open the door, my knuckles white on the handle.
"Liana
