Aubrianne Ivanov POV

My heart started to pound against my ribcage, and my pores stood at attention. What in the world? Who was in my home?

I quietly crawl out of bed, then frantically but quietly look around for a weapon that can be used in my defense against the intruder. While I steady my breathing, in and out, I chant in my head.

I only found a pair of my seven-inch heel dance shoes that were in close proximity. Ah, jackpot! One of these in the head can surely knock someone out.

Scanning my body, I noticed I wore tight shorts and a vest. I hastily pulled on a...