CHAPTER 30

Once she'd made it to the master bedroom, Amara shut and locked the door. She bolted over to the dresser and rummaged through the drawer where Reece kept his gun, her heart beating in time with the heavy, angry footsteps of Don coming up the stairs.

Amara tossed Reece's cotton undershirts onto the floor in her frantic search, and a sob of despair caught in her throat when she realized that the gun wasn’t there. He must have taken it this morning, though, for the life of her, she couldn't remember him wearing his holster, which didn’t mean much.

She'd grown so used to the weapon being a part of him that she hardly noticed it anymore. But the fact remained that the gun was gone, and she was trapped upstairs with a psychopath coming after her.

The bedroom door rattled as Don tried to kick in the sturdy wooden panel, spurring Amara to find another means of defense. She'd gone through two other drawers for something sharp or blunt to use when the doo