The three intruders froze in the doorway like they’d walked into a trap instead of springing one.
Damien’s arms tightened around me. My legs were still locked around his waist, my back against the wall, his body the only thing keeping me from sliding down in pure shock. I could feel the growl building in his chest—low, lethal, vibrating straight into my bones.
“Last warning,” he said, voice ice over fire. “Leave. Or don’t.”
The leader’s smile faltered. His eyes flicked to me, then back to Damien. “Soren wants the hybrid. Alive. You know the rules, Voss. She’s not yours to claim.”
Soren.
The name dropped between us like a blade.
Before I could even process it, the door behind the intruders burst open again. A second man strolled in—taller than the others, messy dark hair, same sharp V
