The hallway lights flickered as the three Blackthorn brothers locked arms in front of me, forming a solid wall against Victor's guards. "Back off," Damien growled, his shoulder pressed tight against Jax and Ezra. "No one touches her. Not today. Not ever."The six guards stood ten feet away, hands hovering near their weapons, faces hard under the mansion's warm sconce lights. Victor watched from the top of the stairs, arms crossed, his expression carved from stone. The air felt charged, like right before a storm broke.I stood behind the brothers, heart racing. "Damien, Jax, Ezra, you don't have to do this. Your father gave us twenty four hours."Ezra, still in his tech hoodie, kept his eyes on the guards. "Twenty four hours means nothing if they come for you now. I heard the order get reactivated. Father's changing his mind fast. We make our stand right here."One guard stepped forward, ba
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