...a face so like Leander’s, the man who’d captured her heart and inflamed her body and wanted to see her dead.
The sound of wood cracking under pressure snapped her out of her reverie.
“Go,” Christian urged, backing away, his gaze fixed to her face. “Go!”
Without another word, Jenna Shifted to vapor and surged out the broken window into the windswept sky just as the door splintered open and five men burst into the room.
Leander was the first one through the ruined door, but she was already gone.
The house was nondescript, deceptively so. Red brick and white shutters with a tiny green lawn and a picket fence, just like its neighbors to the left and the right. Nothing stirred beyond the lace-curtained windows, no voices were heard above the chirping birds and the evening traffic and th
