_Dorian's POV_
The truck skidded to a stop in front of the safe house.
My heart dropped.
Two of my guards were lying on the ground, motionless. One was slumped against the wall. I could see blood trickling from his temple. The other was facedown. His arm was bent at an unnatural angle. My chest tightened and my hands clenched into fists.
This wasn’t good. This was a very bad sign.
I jumped out of the truck, my boots hitting the gravel with a crunch. Seth, Rowan, and Jake followed right behind me. They had weapons in hand and they were sharply looking around for any enemies.
I moved forward slowly and scanned the area. The front door was wide open.
Someone had forced their way in.
I took a deep breath and braced myself.
I stepped inside.
The air was thick with tension and smoke.
