C43 The attack

I was sitting up in bed the next morning, thinking of my day with Ethan yesterday. The bed dipped, “I could get used to this,” Ethan said before he kissed my shoulder.

Off in the distance screams filled the air. Every single one of my hairs stood on end, and my eyes shot to Ethan. His eyes glazed as his mind linked someone. When the link was cut, he jumped from the bed and hurried to get dressed