Mia"Jim, baby," I said, my voice shaking as I hurried into the hallway, scooping our son up into my arms before he could take another step toward the living room.Damon didn't take his eyes off Adrian for a single second. His jaw was locked so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek, and his broad shoulders were tense like a coiled spring."Mia," Damon said, his voice deep, quiet, and absolute. "Take Jim to his room. Now.""Damon—" I started, fear gripping my chest as I looked from Damon to Adrian's manic face."Take him," Damon repeated, cutting me off, taking a slow step forward to block Adrian's path completely. "I'll handle this."I didn't argue anymore. I buried Jim’s face against my shoulder, shielding his eyes from the sight of the living room, and hurried down the hallway toward the bedrooms. Once we were safely inside Jim’s bedroom, I locked the door behind us and set him down gently on the edge of his bed. I knelt in front of him, trying my best to smooth down my hair, wipe the
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