Cold air whipped against Elena’s face as Boaz dragged her through the garden, his grip iron-tight around her wrist. She stumbled on the uneven ground, her breath breaking into frantic bursts. Behind them, she heard Dante shouting her name, the raw edge of panic tearing through his voice like something wounded.
Boaz didn’t look back. Not once.
He moved with terrifying purpose, pulling her deeper into the shadows, away from the broken window and the chaos inside the mansion.
“Let me go,” she gasped, trying to dig her heels into the soil. “Boaz, please...”
He stopped so suddenly she nearly slammed into him. When he turned, his face was calm. Too calm. His eyes held a quiet certainty that made her stomach twist.
“Elena,” he said, gently brushing a leaf from her cheek. “You need to stop wa
