Vin’s fingers closed around his gun before he could think about it. His blood boiled as he watched Callie scramble from the ground to run away. Ella was about to get a scolding about leaving the knife with Callie, but he’ll save that for later. Right now, he needed to get to his songbird.

“Move out,” he ordered quietly, and like a well-oiled machine, his men got to work.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Vin blended into the crowd, keeping the gun close to his chest. From the corner of his eye, he saw Callie’s guard, Chris, closing in as well.

The screams and gunshots faded into the background as...