The safe house wasn’t safe anymore.
Lucien carried me across the threshold like the building itself might collapse if he let go. His arms were solid around me, his breath warm against my hair, his heartbeat steady and grounding despite the violence still clinging to him.
He didn’t set me down until we reached the back hallway — the only part of the house untouched by the Hollow Men.
Rhett followed close behind, scanning every doorway, every shadow, every broken window.
Jax kicked debris out of the way, muttering curses under his breath.
Cole moved slower, one hand pressed to his ribs, but his eyes were sharp, calculating, already rebuilding the night in his mind.
Lucien finally lowered me onto the edge of the bed in the guest room — the one that hadn’t been destroyed.
He crouched in
