Aurora’s POV“Get down!”Sebastian’s voice hits me at the exact second the glass comes in, not out. The windows explode across the study in a spray of sound and light and sharp air. I drop on instinct, one arm over my head, the other locking around my bag before anything else can touch it.Something metallic hits the floor and spins. Then another, smoke, not fire, not a bomb, smoke canisters. Of course Vincent didn’t want us dead in the room. He wanted confusion, he wanted cover, and he wanted options. “Stay low,” Sebastian says, and then he’s there, one hand at the back of my neck, the other braced against the floor beside me as the room starts disappearing into white.Nadia coughs somewhere to my left.Raymond swears.Megan screams once, more startled than hurt.Arthur says, sharply, “He brought his own men.” That lands through the smoke.Vincent knew. No—Vincent planned this. I push up enough to see shapes moving through the haze. Dark jackets. Fast steps. Not police. Too quiet. To
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