Damian's glare could've cut through steel.
"You told me too late."
"I risked everything coming here…"
"You risked nothing," Damian snapped.
"You brought hell to my door."
Vince's reply was lost as another shot tore through the courtyard this time closer, hitting one of the guards clean in the chest.
Damian's teeth clenched.
"Positions!"
he shouted into his comm, "Keep the east side sealed!"
Sophia reloaded, her hands steady.
"They're not just his father's men," she muttered.
"They've trained differently in a tighter formation."
Luca's eyes narrowed.
Hired hands."
Damian's expression hardened.
"Which means his father's done waiting."
Inside, Isabella trembled as the echoes of gunfire grew louder.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
She wanted to run but something deeper, colder, kept her frozen.
She could see Damian through the shattered glass, moving like a storm given flesh decisive, lethal, terrifyingly beautiful.
Her father's men.
