Viona's POV
My eyes flew open in horror. I shoved Rafael away and jumped out of bed. The ache and sting from earlier vanished instantly, wiped out by the kind of strength only a panicked mother had.
"Rafael! Rafael! Wake up! The kids are home."
"I locked the door last night," he mumbled, eyes still shut.
"It's not about the door. They're calling me. Listen." I rushed into the closet and threw on whatever pyjamas I could find that were decent and covered my skin. The bite marks on my chest and arms were unreal.
Oh shit, I muttered, moving fast. I didn't even register the sting when my toes clipped the edge of the floor as I bolted out of the closet.
