The first enforcer died before Elena’s riding crop finished clattering against the marble floor.
Michael didn't shift. He didn't need fur and claws to dismantle a human body.
He kept Jane pinned to his chest with his left arm, her unconscious, boiling body tucked safely against his heart. His right hand snapped out. He caught the closest enforcer by the jaw and twisted. The c***k sounded exactly like a thick tree branch snapping under heavy winter ice.
One down.
The other three drew silver-loaded sidearms. They were too slow. The Sovereign aura slammed into the foyer, a physical, crushing weight of atmospheric pressure that instantly blew out the recessed lighting in the ceiling.
Sparks showered down in the sudden gloom. Glass rained against the Italian marble.
Michael moved through
