"Where are you?" Dante's voice was ice. Dead calm. The kind of calm that came before violence.

"The farmhouse. Azores." Elena's voice shook. In the background, Sienna could hear it. Gunfire. Men shouting. Breaking glass. "They came in boats. At least ten men. Maybe more."

"Where's Leo?"

"With me. We're in the cellar. Barricaded." A crash. Elena's breathing went harsh. "But they're breaking through. Dante, I don't know how much longer we can hold them."

"I'm coming. Just hold on."

"You're in Lisbon! That's hours away!"

"I don't care. Keep Leo safe. I'm coming." He was already starting the car. One handed. His other arm useless from the gunshot. "You...