The flashback faded, but my heart didn’t slow. I sat on the edge of the guest-room bed, my fingers dug into the sheets, trying to steady my breathing.
The door opened.
Lucious and Blade walked in together. Both looked worn out, but there was relief in their faces. Lucious wiped sweat from his brow, while Blade’s shirt hung loose, torn at the shoulder.
“They’re gone,” Lucious said, his voice gravelly but thick with relief. “The rogues scattered the second they realized we were dug in. No one breached the perimeter.”
Blade’s gaze locked onto mine, sharp and searching. “Are you okay?”
I managed a small nod, though my throat felt like it was filled with glass. I didn't dare try to speak.
Before anyone could say anything else, a loud bang echoed from downstairs. The front door slammed ope
