The lock rattled like a starting pistol, and for a second my ears refused to believe it. Then the door slammed inward, splinters spraying across the floor like confetti for a celebration I didn’t want to be part of.
Footsteps thudded, breath hitched, then Zeus—God help him—bounded into the room with the force of a small hurricane. He barreled past the first man and knocked him into a stack of crates. A growl rolled through the house like thunder. My heart stuttered and then, crazily, felt like it might lift right out of my chest.
“Nova!” Adrian’s voice cut through the chaos—raw, ragged, full of something that felt like both apology and war cry. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
I screamed so loud it hurt. “Adrian!” I was up before I knew whether my legs would hold me, but
