Amaya's POV

 Everything happens in slow motion.

 Morrison reaches for his weapon. Stone fires first—not at him, at the computer. It explodes in sparks. The office plunges into chaos.

 Luciano moves in front of me, a wall of muscle and protection. Alvaro's already shifted partially, claws extended. Javier's calculating angles, looking for an exit.

 "Don't make this difficult," Stone says calmly, gun now pointed at Morrison. "We just want the girl. The rest of you can walk away."

 "Not happening," all three of my mates snarl in unison.

 "Then people die." Stone's expression doesn't change. "Your choice."

 The bond is screaming. My mates want to fight, want to protect me,...