A low thud jarred me awake. Followed by a slow metallic rattle.
“Dimitri?” I rubbed at my new husband’s shoulder while trying to sit up. He had me pinned in a love hug, one powerful arm securing me against his chest, a leg stretched over both of mine, keeping me safe.
I definitely heard it that time.
My eyes strained against the absolute darkness. I rolled as far as I could to see the digital readout on our bedside clock. It was exactly 3:00 a.m.—the devil’s hour.
I shoved at him harder. “Dimitri!”
He ground his hard, wonderfully naked body against mine. “Mmm,” he traced a hand over the curve of my bare breast. “Want to go again?” he murmured, his sexy Greek accent thick with sleep.
Okay, that might be why I usually woke him up, but I was beginning to think we had a situation. “I heard a noise.”
His lips brushed the top of my head. “Could be Pirate again,” he said against my hair, referring to my dog, who was not at all happy to be locked out of our bedroom.
“Maybe.”
Then again, I was a demon slayer. And even though life had been peaceful lately, that never lasted long.
I opened up my slayer senses. My powers kept me tuned in to any kind of trouble, whether it was from supernatural nasties, burglars, or lately, the nest of bunnies chewing through the siding under the deck.
Tonight, I picked up more than gnawing little teeth. I couldn’t pinpoint the source yet, but I knew it wasn’t anything cute and furry.
It sounded again. Another low thud. “Oh, hell.”