Iris’s POV
A sound pulls me out of sleep. I lie in the dark with my eyes open, trying to figure out what woke me.
I'm a light sleeper. Always have been. The kind of woman who keeps pepper spray in three locations and a baseball bat behind the bedroom door because I live alone in a city where a serial killer the media calls ‘The Phantom; has murdered six women in two months.
I check my locks three times before bed, and I took a self-defense class in January that taught me to go for the eyes and the throat.
All of that almost means nothing when I hear the second sound. A soft creak from the hallway.
Someone is in my house.
My phone is on the nightstand, and my fingers close around it. The smart move is to call 911 but my thumb hovers over the screen and doesn't press because some fera
