The air inside the cabin was thick with tension as the door rattled violently, the sound reverberating like a warning bell. Elena clutched Luca’s arm, her pulse racing, her eyes darting between the trembling door and his calm, steady expression. How could he be so composed when danger was clawing at their doorstep?
Luca’s voice was low, commanding. “Elena, go to the bedroom. Lock the door. Don’t open it for anyone but me.”
“No,” she whispered, her grip tightening on his arm. “I’m not leaving you.”
“Elena,” he growled, his eyes softening even as his tone sharpened. “Please. I need to know you’re safe.”
Before she could protest further, Dominic appeared from the back of the cabin, his gun already in hand. “We’ve got three of them,” he muttered. “Could be more in the trees.”
Luca nodded,
