Chapter 27
The front door slammed open with a violent c***k, the sound reverberating through the empty halls like a gunshot. Heavy footsteps echoed seconds later, fast and urgent.
“Lena!” Dean’s voice boomed through the house, rough and raw. “Lena, where are you?!”
Upstairs, Lena flinched. She had curled up on the edge of Cole’s large bed, knees drawn to her chest, eyes still red from earlier tears. She shot a panicked glance toward Cole, who stood by the door, listening.
“He’s here,” she whispered, voice tight and unsteady.
“I know,” Cole murmured. He looked at her, his face unreadable but his jaw tense. “Stay here. Don’t come down until I say.”
Lena opened her mouth to protest, but Cole was already gone.
Downstairs, Dean was pacing the foyer like a caged animal, fury radiating fro
