White Ravens
Scar
During the Browns’ briefing, Scar reclined in the executive office chair, listening with one ear while his mind kept circling back to the same thing since he’d left the villa.
Gage saying yes.
Gage wearing his ring.
Gage’s mouth on his—
The command PA came on loud enough to cut through his erotic daydream.
“Raven Shield Protocol activated. Facility lockdown. All sectors hold position. Security sweep in progress.”
The alert cut off a second before the door flew open and an army of men and women in tactical uniforms poured inside. SECURITY was etched in bold letters on their armored vests, and each one held an assault rifle resting against their chests.
They surrounded him—Ex, Meridian, Grace, Mirage, and Valor—with the disciplined calm of soldiers trained to protect lethal assets.
Jo stood so fast her chair flipped over. “What the hell is going on?”
The officer—whom Scar assumed was their sergeant—spoke up clearly and to the point. “We’ve had an attack on a Raven within headquarters.”
Scar’s heart lurched, a tight knot rising in his throat.
Meridian didn’t move or raise his voice. “Who?”
The only Ravens weren’t in the room were Gage and Zorion.
Scar didn’t need anyone to say the name. His heart already knew.
The officer said two words that made his stomach sink to his feet.
“The Saint.”
Scar tried to break through the wall of soldiers, but their unyielding barrier stopped him.
“We can’t allow you to leave until the building is secure, sir,” an officer commanded.
Scar saw red.
The thought of the only person in the world who’d ever said he loved him being hurt, hit him like a hollow point to the stomach, almost folding him over.
He had to get to him, but these armed guards wouldn’t get out his way. He looked back at his mentor, unable to form words through the panic.
Do something!
Meridian stepped forward, close enough that the officer’s posture changed. His voice dropped low, threatening and final.
“Move.”
They hurried out of the way as if a raging bull was about to charge.
Jo was already at the door. “Where is he?”
“Security wing,” someone answered.
“Do we have eyes on Zorion?” she asked next.
