My voice breaks.
“I love you.”
Her body sags in my arms. Heavy. Limp. Trusting.
I lift her, cradling her against my chest. “Where?”
Declan’s eyes are bloodshot and feral. Viviana moves beside him. “My old room,” she says softly, already leading the way.
I follow her, carrying my unconscious wife. A doctor trails behind us.
Up the stairs. Down the hall. Viviana opens the door, and I take Autumn to the bed, laying her down as gently as I can. The doctor steps forward, checking her breathing, pulse, pupils.
I turn away, swipe my eyes with the back of my hand, breathe once, twice.
Then I step out into the hallway.
Declan, Kian, and Connor stand there.
Covered in Kaden’s blood.
Silent.
Boiling.
Ready to tear the world apart, and in that moment, I remember exactly who we are.
We don’t fucking cry.
We don’t break.
We kill.
We destroy.
And someone just declared war on my family.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Flynn
Isit beside Autumn, my mind refusing to shut off. It can’t.
They knew exactly where we were.
They didn’t go for the Callaghans.
They aimed atme,and Kaden took the bullet meant for my chest.
She shifts with a small groan, then jolts upright too fast. Her hands shoot forward, staring at them, at her clothes, at the faint stains.
“The blood,” she whispers, voice tiny.
“I cleaned you. Changed your clothes.” I stand, needing to move. I changed my own shirt too—anything to keep her from spiralling again.
“Kaden?” Her eyes shine immediately, tears sliding down her pale skin.
“Still in surgery,” I tell her.
