Callie’s POV
“Enjoy the glass of water. Because the second she looks away, we’re going to tear your little life apart.”
I stopped dead in my tracks.
My bare feet planted firmly against the cold, imported rugs of the grand foyer, rooting me to the spot. The air in the massive entryway suddenly felt impossibly heavy, suffocating me. I released my protective grip on Harper’s waist and slowly, deliberately turned around to face the four towering men who had, only twenty minutes ago, been holding me as if I were the most precious thing in the world.
Ace was standing only a few feet behind us. His hands were tucked casually into the pockets of his impeccably tailored dark slacks, his posture completely relaxed. But his dark, silver-flecked eyes were entirely devoid of warmth. They were cold,
