More Than a Soldier

ROWAN’S POV

“Up.”

The word arrives from somewhere in the dark, attached to a hand that closes around my ankle and pulls.

And I go from a warm and blameless sleep to halfway down the bed in the space of a heartbeat, clawing at sheets, making a sound I would describe as dignified and Vance would describe as a goose being stepped on.

“Wha—” I flail upright, hair in my face, heart slamming. “What.