"Get down." Marcus's whisper cut through the dark a half second before the warehouse door swung wider, spilling harsh light across the cracked pavement outside.
We flattened against the wall, and I held my breath as a man stepped out, scanning the street before turning back inside without noticing us.
"Two guards," Marcus mouthed, holding up two fingers. "Maybe more inside."
Lucien's jaw was tight. "We can't storm in blind. Not with Corinne inside."
"We don't have time to plan a perfect entry," I whispered. "You heard what he said. They're threatening her with what it costs to protect me."
"I heard it," Lucien said. "Which is exactly why we don't rush in and get her killed by being careless."
Damien crouched low beside the wall, studying the building's edge. "There's a loading door a
