Callie’s POV
Nate climbed back into the driver’s seat, seamlessly pulling his dark tactical jacket over his broad shoulders before opening his door. Ace checked the daggers strapped to his thighs, a beautiful, terrifying smirk returning to his face. Raiden cracked his neck, the sound like a gunshot in the cabin, while Greyson simply reached down and smoothed the wrinkled silk of my dress over my knees with a final, possessive caress.
“Remember the formation,” Greyson ordered, his voice echoing with centuries of unquestioned command. “Raiden takes the vanguard. Ace secures the blind spots. Nate, you have her waist. I will take the rear. No one steps within three feet of her without losing a limb. Is that understood?”
“Understood,” my mates echoed in perfect, terrifying unison.
The heavy
