C4 Hiding: Chapter Four
Oliver sat upright in bed, eyes wide, his face covered in sweat. The air bristled with menace, along with the electrical feel that came just before a storm. He looked around, seeing nothing but the shapes of the furniture in the semi-darkness. Cocking his head, he waited for some noise or other, thinking a sound had woken him in the first place.
Something clunked outside. He got out of bed—shit