Free Darkness Falls: Reveler Series 1 by Erin Kellison

test, so will you be a good sister and give him Jordan-style hell?”
    Jordan blinked. “One more time?”
    Maze groaned. Put her bowl on the coffee table to grab for a soda can. In the morning. “You know, the ‘official’ guy I told you about who was going to help me with my Rêve issues?”
    Oh. “He’s coming here now? ” Jordan looked at the barricaded door. Who set meetings so early in the morning?
    Michael had said that others would want to recruit her, too, maybe even by making her disappear from her life.
    So, no.
    “Call your guy and reschedule,” Jordan said. Maybe Michael could help her assess him. “I have to work. Real people go to work in the morning.”
    Sis rolled her eyes. “That’s why he’s coming so early. To catch you.”
    “Maisie, I’m not opening the door to a stranger.”
    “He’s not a stranger. He’s an asshole. There’s a difference.”
    Sure enough, the doorbell rang, bing-bong . Jordan looked at the door, then back at Maisie, then down at her own pink pajamas. “No.”
    Maze threw her hands up. “Fine. Actually, I’m glad. I didn’t want to work with him anyway. We’ll go with your guy, Michael. I like him a lot.”
    “I like him, too,” Jordan said, returning her attention to the door.
    “Oh-ho-ho,” sang her sister. “So the night went well, did it?”
    The doorbell rang again. There was no way she was opening the door, but she could look through the peephole.
    “Get 9-1-1 ready on your phone,” Jordan commanded. If what Michael said was true, this guy might try to force his way in.
    She tiptoed, breathing fast, and put an eye to the little circular glass. Spotted a man in a suit and tie. Clean cut. Shaven. Could be a missionary, for all she knew, since they came in pairs, and there were two of them. The first guy shifted, so she could glimpse the one behind him.
    Then she pulled back. “Oh, God. I’m gonna die.”
    Behind her, Maze said urgently, “Police, please. We have an intruder.”
    Jordan whipped around. “No. It’s fine.” It was so not fine. “I didn’t tell you to call them.”
    Maze still held the phone to her ear. “You sounded scared.”
    A loud knock rattled the skinny console table blocking the door.
    Jordan started back a few feet. “ Michael Reese is out there with another man, who I guess is your asshole.”
    Maze ended the call to EMS and dropped her phone in her lap. “Hmm. I didn’t see that coming.”
    “And I look like this.” Jordan gestured from her head down.
    They stared at each other in silence.
    “All right,” Maze said, standing. “I’ll get the door and buy you five minutes.”
    Little sis was in a sleep shirt herself, but at the moment, Jordan didn’t care. “You should’ve warned me someone was coming. Woken me up!”
    “I didn’t know it would be your lov-er ,” Maze shot back. “Now get.”
    Jordan dashed back into her room, and closed and locked the door. She heard the loud scrape of the console table moving. A pause, then the low murmur of male voices.
    This was not happening.
    She peeled off her sweats and tore into the plastic of her dry cleaning. Slacks were easy, but she’d have to wear heels. Nude bra and blouse. She didn’t have time to do much with her face. A little tinted lotion and mascara. She yanked a brush through her hair a couple of times and fashioned a quick low ponytail.
    When she opened her bedroom door, she tried to appear cool, but a hot drip of sweat burned down her spine.
    The men turned to look—Michael’s gaze meeting her own like a plug in a socket. She felt a buzzing current in places he hadn’t yet touched. Which, come to think of it, was all of her.
    The silk blouse had been a mistake. Her skin was warming. It was going to cling.
    And then there was the other guy—tall, sort of good-looking in a less dynamic way. Not like Michael, who drew her gaze again. Behind them Maze was nodding and mouthing oh yeah in the most exaggerated way possible.
    Jordan ignored her and