The door burst open.
Light and air slammed into the cramped room, and a figure loomed in the frame—tall, furious, made of quiet, lethal calm.
“Theo.”
He didn’t need to shout; his voice was the kind that made the walls themselves lean in to listen. The gold in his eyes was flaring now—anger coiled so tight it sounded like thunder in Mina’s ears.
Samantha whirled, surprise and fury colliding on her face. The glint in her hand was useless against the presence that filled the doorway. Theo moved forward in two long strides, Miko at his shoulder and two other guards following close behind.
“Release her,” Theo ordered, voice low and cold.
Miko’s hand was already on Samantha’s wrist, gripping the instrument and wrenching it away. The guards closed in, and in a breath Samantha found herself
