The security alarms screamed through the compound like a siren of war.
Marcus’s voice was tense as he stared at the monitors.
“Six SUVs. Heavily armed. Full tactical gear. They’re five minutes out.”
Knox was already moving, barking orders into his earpiece.
“Lock down the perimeter. Secure Aria. Wyatt, you’re with me.”
Wyatt grabbed his weapon, nodding. “We’ve been waiting for this.”
Aria stood firm as the storm raged outside, the wind rattling the reinforced windows. Despite everything—despite the blood loss, the grief, the unbearable truth—she felt… steady. Focused.
Her voice was cold and clear.
“Don’t hide me, Knox.”
He paused, turning toward her.
“This isn’t your fight.”
Her jaw clenched. “It’s exactly my fight.”
Their eyes locked, neither willing to back down. Finally, Kno
