(LIAM'S POV)
We moved through the house like shadows, our footsteps barely making a sound against the marble floors. Dylan led the way, his broad shoulders tense, his head swiveling with every creak and groan of the house and forest surrounding us. Roland flanked me from behind, his striking eyes scanning the darkness with a predator's precision.
My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I was certain they could hear it. My palms were slick with sweat, and every nerve in my body was firing on all cylinders. I had never felt, so utterly terrified in my entire life.
The children. Someone had been in the house. Someone had been near the children.
If anything happened to them—if anything happened to Vi or Beau—I would never forgive myself. I had promised to protect them. I had promised to keep them safe.
And now strangers had breached the walls of this house while we were sitting just feet away, completely oblivious.
