Pain shot through her elbow and hip as they hit the cold tiles. The chill of the floor seeped into her skin, mingling with the sting of the fall. For a moment, she lay there, stunned and disoriented.
The light flickered back on, banishing the oppressive darkness. Dylan, who had just finished resetting the fuse, froze when Ava's cry pierced through the air. Panic gripped his heart, his hair rising on his nape.
"Ava," he mumbled. Before his mind could fully register the situation, his legs propelled him toward the bedroom.
As he reached the room, he heard her whimpering softly. Without a second thought, he pushed the door open and barged in. But his steps came to a halt, his breath catching at the sight before him.
Ava was sprawled on the floor, naked, water droplets glistening on her skin. Her head snapped up, her eyes widening as their gazes locked. Heat rushed to her cheeks. Instinctively, she brought her arms up to cover herself.
