GIDEON’S POV
Fang lunges up the inside of my ribs with a snarl, every sense I own snapping to a point, and all three of us turn to the same spot on the same heartbeat.
Across the ballroom, at the bar, the little wolf is sliding off her stool.
Her legs aren’t holding. Her head’s lolling. And Kaiven is already gone, already halfway across the floor before my brain finishes the thought.
Adam staggers out of the study behind us, battered, and on sighting Bree crashing to the ground, he rushes toward her too, and for one heartbeat, husband and rogue are both cutting across the room toward the same falling woman—
Then a scream goes up from the far side of the room.
The mistress is writhing on the floor with both hands clamped over her belly, wailing loud enough to break crystal.
What was
