The wind screamed against the shattered window. Rain swept in like a curse. The masked assailant held Adrian tight, the cold glint of a blade pressed against his throat.
"Move," the attacker hissed. "And he bleeds."
Across the room, Ethan stood frozen—rage, fear, and helplessness battling in his eyes. His hands twitched at his sides. He didn't dare move. Adrian, pale and exhausted, barely had the strength to lift his gaze, but when he met Ethan's eyes, he mouthed one word.
"Don't."
Then—
A gunshot.
The masked attacker dropped his blade and staggered back with a grunt, his shoulder torn open.
A second shot disarmed the man completely.
And then Isaac was there.
So silent, so fast, the attacker never saw him coming.
Drenched from the rain, Isaac launched himself through the broken window like a shadow in motion. He landed, pinned the attacker with brutal precision, and knocked him out cold with the butt of his weapon before the man could scream.
It was over in seconds.
