I rush over to the doorway of our bedroom and it’s like a nightmare come to life.
No one’s inside.
“Delphine?!” I yell, my panic immediate.
I’m spinning back around to launch into a full-scale search of her when I almost collide with her behind me. She jumps back and drops the laundry basket in her grasp. She’s wearing one of my shirts, eyes wide and alarmed.
“Jon, what’s going on?” she asks. “I realized I didn’t have anything to wear to bed, so I was grabbing the laundry out the dryer and the lights went out.”
For a moment, I’m lightheaded, so relieved to see her, I don’t answer. I breathe raggedly and scrub a hand over my jaw.
Fuck. I’ve got to work on that. Not flipping my shit so easily.
Grabbing her by the wrist, I wrench her toward me. “Stay with me.”
A loud thud sounds from downstairs. Both our heads snap in the direction it comes from, our gazes falling on the staircase, seeking it out despite the heavy shadows.
“What was that?” Delphine whispers.
I draw the Glock I have on me and step forward, with her behind me. “I don’t know. But I’m going to find out.”