The window exploded before I could scream.

Alex’s hand crushed around my wrist and yanked me backward just as glass sprayed the air like shrapnel.

“Down,” he growled.

I hit the floor hard. Another gunshot rang out, loud enough to rattle my bones.

“You dragged me here!” I shouted over the noise.

“I told you not to come back,” he snapped, already moving.

Silver flashed in his eyes for half a heartbeat—too fast for humans to notice, too slow for me to miss.

Footsteps thundered outside the penthouse door.

Alex straightened, shoulders squared. “Stay behind me.”

I scoffed. “You don’t own that position anymore.”

The door burst open.

Alex moved...