Hazel’s POV
A hand clamped over my mouth, jolting me awake. I thrashed against my attacker until my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I recognized Leo’s silhouette hovering over me.
My heart hammered in my chest as he removed his hand.
“Get up,” Leo whispered, his voice sharp with urgency. “We need to leave. Now.”
I blinked, still groggy from sleep. “What’s going on?”
“No questions. Just move.”
Something was off. Leo wasn’t making sarcastic remarks or calling me “sweetheart” or “babe.” His face was full of concentration, his jaw clenched tight. This wasn’t the Leo I’d come to know.
“Leo—”
“Hazel, please,” he hissed, grabbing my arm and pulling me from the bed. “We don’t have much time.”
I stumbled to my feet, barely managing to slip on my shoes before Leo dragged me toward the door. He pressed his ear against it, listening intently before cracking it open and peering into the hallway.
“Clear,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “Stay close.”
