Tori
Blaze, Thorne, and Ryder storm in, their faces set with a mix of fury and determination. For a moment, time seems to freeze, the chaos of the situation hanging in the air like a loaded gun.
Their eyes—dark and stormy for Blaze and Thorne, piercing blue for Ryder—lock on me like I’m their North Star.
It’s overwhelming. All of it.
Blaze is the first to speak, his voice rolling out low and gravelly. “We’re taking her.”
His words cut through the tension like a blade, and he doesn’t even bother looking at Nico or Diablo. His focus is solely on me, like nothing else exists in this room except the space between us.
I feel Diablo stiffen beside me, his gaze snapping to me and then flicking to Nico. Then back to me. Realization dawns slowly in his dark eyes, a flicker of somethin
