The thunderous crash of the loading doors collapsing inward rattles the rusted iron girders above us.
My heart leaps into my throat, a fierce, sudden rush of relief flooding through my veins.
Locke?!
My father must have mobilized the club, and Locke led the charge to rip this warehouse off its foundations and bring me home. I set my jaw, ready to watch him tear Knox apart.
Beside me, Knox scrambles backward, his sidearm half-drawn. In the corner, Willow curls into a tight, terrified ball, her hands over her ears.
"Get ready!" Knox screams at his hired guards, his voice cracking hysterically. "Shoot anyone who steps through that door!"
I keep my eyes pinned on the clearing smoke, waiting for the roar of familiar voices, the flash of leather vests, and the heavy leather boots of the G
