The man stumbles out, coughing.
Viper follows him, gun still up, eyes cold.
Outside, more movement. More shouts. The sound of bodies hitting the ground.
Havoc’s gaze sweeps the cabin fast, checking corners like he’s counting breathing threats and spent rounds.
Then his eyes land on me.
“She okay?” he asks, voice low.
“She’s hidden,” I answer.
His gaze holds mine for a beat.
He nods once.
Approval.
Trust.
“Good.”
Ghost drags Luke toward the porch.
Luke twists, trying to get his mouth close to my ear as he passes.
“She’s still ours,” he hisses.
My blood goes hot.
I step in close enough that only he can hear me.
“No,” I say quietly. “She never was. And nobody touches what’s under Saints’ protection.”
Ghost shoves him forward.
Luke stumbles into the night.
Ruby.
My chest tightens.
“I need her out of that closet,” I say.
Havoc nods once. “Do it.”
I move fast.
Back to the bedroom. Closet. False panel.
I slide it open.
Ruby is crouched inside, arms wrapped around herself, eyes shining in the dark.
She flinches when she sees me, then her gaze locks on my face like she’s searching for the truth there.
“Sin,” she whispers.
