Rhys's POV
Viktor walked into the hotel room smiling with four guns behind him, and Lena went rigid in my arms like she had been flash frozen. The door was hanging off one hinge where they had kicked it, Marco was on the floor by the bathroom bleeding from his temple, and the clock on the bedside table said eleven forty seven.
I pushed Lena behind me without thinking, shoulder screaming, gun heavy in my good hand from the nightstand where Marco had left it.
I said, "You are early."
Viktor said, "You are predictable, Captain, safe houses and hotels, always the same, you should really work on your creativity."
Lena's hands fisted in the back of my shirt, nails digging in, her breath hot against my spine.
Lena whispered, "Rhys, do not."
I kept my eyes on Viktor, tracked the four men f
