Evelyn's POV
"Isabelle!"
I'm running before I can think. Damien grabs my arm.
"Wait. It could be a trap."
"She's bleeding. She needs help." I yank free and race to the door.
Damien's right behind me, pulling a gun from somewhere. When did he get a gun? My hands shake as I unlock the door.
Isabelle lies crumpled on the doorstep, rain pouring down on her. Blood streams from her nose, mixing with the water. Her eyes are half open but not focused.
"Help," she whispers. "They're coming."
Damien scans the street, gun raised. "Clear. Get her inside. Fast."
We drag her into the foyer. Up close, she looks worse. Her skin is gray. Her pupils are different sizes. Something's very wrong.
"What happened?" I kneel beside her. "Who's coming?"
"Dad. Marcus. Security." Each word seems to hurt her. "Heard them planning. Coming for you tonight. Had to warn you."
My blood runs cold. "They're coming here?"
