“They are here.” Dominic’s voice was calm yet heavy with warning, shattering the stillness of the room.

Caspian turned sharply, his brows knitting into a frown. He was about to ask who “they” were when a loud, crashing noise echoed through the mansion.

The third time that night. His jaw tightened. The sound came from the living room downstairs. It was unmistakable now—intruders. Danger.

Without hesitation, Caspian moved toward the door, his every step deliberate and resolute. But before he could leave, Julia’s hand shot out, gripping his arm with surprising strength.

“You can’t go out there,” she said, her voice trembling but firm. Her wide, pleading eyes searched his...