Evelyn stared at Vincent's back, fighting not to faint from all the madness around her. This man, this Michael, was threatening to take her away. To take her to the Legion!
She couldn't breathe. Her hand clasped to her chest as she focused on Vincent. He was her rock, if she could just keep him in her sight she could make it through this.
He was standing in front of her protectively, his body straight and still. Too still. She knew Vincent well enough to know Michael had crossed a line. Grace stood behind them in the doorway, watching quietly, waiting. The two werewolves beside Michael were shifting uneasily on their feet.
Something was about to happen. The air was charged with it.
She wanted to run away. Why didn't Vincent just grab her hand and teleport them from these men?
But she
