1 Night, 9 MonthsâĶ. Part 6
Tahjeâs heart slammed against his ribs as glass rained onto the marble floor. He crawled instead of ran, palms scraping, breath uneven. The penthouse alarms screamed nowâshrill, useless. Outside, tires screeched, then silence. Too quiet. âKyra!â he shouted, rage dressing itself up as control. âY