Helena's POV:
The basement door blew clean off its hinges and went flying.
Dust and debris billowed through the air, and several towering, broad-shouldered figures blocked the entire doorway, like avenging gods descending from the heavens.
The eldest brother, Charlie Lewis, spotted me at once—lying in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.
"Helena!"
His eyes flushed crimson in the blink of an eye, and the killing intent rolling off him was so thick it felt solid enough to touch.
"Secure every exit! Don't let a single one of them get away!"
His thunderous roar echoed off the basement's concrete walls.
My brothers who surged in right behind him exploded into motion like caged tigers bursting loose, their moves faster than lightning.
The bodyguard who'd just been standing there wi
