"Two."
I watched in awe as Theron moved with the grace of a predator as his words left his mouth. His leg swept up in a fluid arc, connecting with Lyra's wrist. The gun went flying, clattering across the concrete floor.
"You always did telegraph your moves," Theron said, rising to his full height.
Rossi's right-hand man, barreled toward my brother. But Zephyr was already moving, the remnants of his zip tie falling to the ground. He stepped between them, his fist connecting with the man's jaw in a brutal uppercut.
"Been waiting to do that." Zephyr's knuckles were bloody, but his eyes sparkled with dark satisfaction.
The warehouse erupted into chaos. Bodies slammed into concrete. Fists flew. Metal scraped against metal.
"Thalia, down!" Theron's voice cut through the mayhem.
I dropped
