Grayson was on his feet before his mind caught up with his body.
“Betty.”
Her name cut through the room. She startled, eyes flying to him and immediately stepped back as though distance alone could protect her. Her hand lifted, finger trembling as it pointed at him, accusation and fear tangled together.
Before Grayson could take a single step toward her, one of his men moved. It was Harry, usually efficient, usually smart but he didn't know who she was.
Strong hands closed around Betty’s arm.
“Sir, an intruder—” Harry began.
The rest of the sentence never landed.
Rage detonated inside Grayson. He didn't think, he just surged forward and slammed his fist into the man’s jaw. The impact cracked through the room. Harry staggered, his boots scuffing the floor as he barely caught himself
