Zayne POV
The heavy, metallic click of a deadbolt sliding into place behind me made the hair on my arms stand up. I didn't turn around. I kept my eyes on Emma, whose face had gone from tearful to terrifyingly blank in the span of a heartbeat.
"He’s here, isn't he?" I asked, my voice dropping into that low, predatory register that usually made people back away.
The bedroom door creaked open, and a man stepped out. He was broader than me, his skin scarred and his eyes burning with the kind of localized insanity you only see in Alphas who have lost their territory. This was Vane. Behind him, two other men—rogues I recognized from the academy's outskirts—filtered into the small living room, effectively boxing me in.
"You've got a lot of nerve coming back to this zip code, Prince," Vane spa
