Dax shot up from the two-seater sofa, wincing as pain coursed through him. He made his way to Sana in three strides and dragged her inside. “Did someone see you on the way here?” he demanded, pressing her against the door.

Her black eyes were wide, looking at him with alarm. Not fear. There was never fear in them. “No, just a small boy who was with his dog. Is something wrong?” she asked, a heavy jute bag held against her chest.