The sound of shattering glass jolted Sebastian awake; his body moved while his mind was still catching up, feeling for the nine-inch knife he kept beneath the mattress.
Next to him, Jay pushed up onto his elbows, casting about blindly in the dark. His mouth opened; Sebastian quickly laid a hand over it, silencing him.
“Quiet,” he murmured, barely a whisper. Jay nodded, eyes wide.
Heavy footsteps sounded through the flat, moving in from the rear of the building. Furniture scraped against the floor; something heavy fell with a loud thud. The flat was being tossed.
Then the footsteps moved down the hall, toward the bedroom.
Sebastian rolled to his feet, motioning for Jay to hide. Jay slid off his side of the bed and hunkered down behind it, safely out of sight, as Sebastian moved to the door. He flattened himself against the wall next to the door frame, knife held down by his thigh.
The handle turned, and the door slammed open as the intruder on the other side barrelled into the bedroom. There was a gun in his hand.
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