Ramsey
I woke up in the dead of the night to chaos.
Not just that, to loud shouting and frantic knocking on my door. I jerked away, reaching for the bedside table lamp and turning it on. Lyla was awake, too. She looked confused.
I came down from the bed and immediately reached for my discarded pyjama bottom, slipping it on before turning to Lyla. "Get dressed and stay alert."
She nodded, already, reaching for her clothes too. I waited until she was dressed before I crossed to the door and yanked it open. Lenny stood on the other side, looking distressed and dishevelled. He was still in his sleeping clothes.
"We're under attack," Lenny said immediately.
I stepped into the hallway, pushing the door mostly closed to shield Lyla from hearing what Lenny was saying. That was when I noticed the dark, wet blood stains splashed across Lenny's shirt and hands. They still looked fresh.
