The dawn had not yet broken when the heavy velvet curtains of Sarah's bedroom were pulled back with a decisive snap. The gray, pre-dawn light bled into the room, illuminating the silk sheets where Sarah lay tangled in a restless sleep. She bolted upright, her heart hammering against her ribs, only to find the towering silhouette of Sebastian Monday standing at the foot of her bed. There was something wild and dangerous about his silhouette.
He wasn't dressed in the usual sharp, three-piece suit that defined his public persona. Instead, he wore a black tactical turtleneck that clung to the broad expanse of his chest and dark cargo trousers. He looked less like a CEO and more like a predator preparing for a hunt.
"Dress in something flexible," Sebastian commanded, his voice a low vibration in the quiet room. "We leave in ten minutes."
