THE ALARM was still blinking red when Ronan burst into the garage. His boots slammed against the concrete floor, the sound echoing off oil drums and metal shelves. He froze the second he took in the scene. Lily was standing near the dented truck, her hands trembling as Jeremiah tried to steady her. Blood streaked the ground near the back tires. The attacker’s blood. Jeremiah’s knuckles were still raw.
Ronan’s face twisted like something inside him snapped.
“What the hell happened?” His voice shook the entire room.
Lily tried to speak, but her breath caught in her throat. The adrenaline was still running cold through her veins.
“We were just—” she started.
Ronan didn’t let her finish. He moved closer, jaw clenched, eyes blazing.
“I told you to stay inside, Lily,” he yelled. “Inside. O
