Then they came into full view, ten strong-looking men, their broad shoulders and heavy steps making the floor creak under their weight. Two of them had her guards in headlocks, practically dragging their limp bodies forward like trophies. And behind them, stepping into the light of the room, was Samuel.
Seeing the look on his face made her stomach twist. It wasn't just anger, it was something darker, uglier. His eyes burned with that kind of rage that wasn't satisfied by words. It was a look that promised violence.
However Cora did not rise from her seat. She sat still, her back straight, her phone lying beside her on the couch. The call to Oliver was still active, the soft hum of the line filling the space between her rapid breaths. She hadn't ended it hadn't even thought to. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that might matter.
"What the hell is this?" she demanded, her voice sharp but controlled. "How dare you barge into my house like this?"
