Hard.
Brianna’s face changes.
Landon whispers, “No.”
The first gunshot blows out the front porch light.
Glass explodes inward.
I scream and duck as much as I can. The chair tips, then slams back upright. Men shout. Landon grabs Brianna and yanks her down. One of his men fires toward the window.
The cabin becomes noise.
Wood splintering.
Boots pounding.
Men yelling.
Brianna screaming now, for real this time.
And then a voice cuts through all of it.
“Saints!”
The door crashes open.
Shadow comes through like the dark finally found a body.
Black cut. Gun raised. Eyes colder than anything I’ve ever seen.
Behind him, men move with brutal precision. They fill the cabin like thunder, controlled and deadly.
Landon turns his gun toward me.
He doesn’t get the chance.
Shadow fires.
Landon drops with a cry, gun skittering across the floor.
Not dead, I think.
I don’t care.
Shadow is already moving toward me.
Someone tackles one of Landon’s men. Another man in a Saints cut drives Brianna to the floor when she tries to run.
“Talia.”
My name in Shadow’s voice breaks me.
Not Jayce.
Shadow.
The man who came for me.
