In the Eye of the Storm
Lisa sat motionless in their bedroom, still wearing clothes stained with the blood of the men she'd killed, while Luna Rose nursed peacefully in her arms. The contrast was stark—her daughter's innocent contentment against her mother's thousand-yard stare, the gentle domesticity of feeding time overlaid with the scent of violence that still clung to Lisa's skin and hair.
Ethan settled beside them on the bed, his arm encircling both his girls while his enhanced senses cataloged the mixture of emotions radiating from his mate. Relief that the children were safe. Satisfaction at having eliminated threats to innocents. But underneath it all, a bone-deep weariness that spoke to someone who was tired of being strong, tired of fighting, tired of constantly standing between danger and everything she loved.
"The federal agents are still here," he said quietly, not wanting to disturb Luna Rose but needing Lisa to understand the ongoing situation. "Walsh is setting u
