The roar of engines grew louder, swelling like a storm about to split the sky open. Damian yanked Elena out the back door, nearly lifting her off her feet as they tore across the clearing. His grip burned against her skin, unyielding, furious, terrified.
“Move,” he snapped, not slowing, not looking back.
Her legs stumbled over roots and gravel. She crashed into his shoulder once, twice, but he didn’t release her. Behind them, the safehouse erupted into violence, gunfire cracking like fireworks, windows shattering outward as flames surged, hungry and wild. The entire building pulsed with heat, as if it, too, had decided it wanted blood.
“Damian...” Her voice wavered. “Who are they?!”
He didn’t answer until he shoved her into the back seat of the black SUV, slamming the door so hard the
