Damien’s PovEthan’s voice tore through the house like a gunshot, and every second before I moved felt like it lasted an hour.“Naomi’s room,” I said, already running. “Now.”Selene was faster than me. She hit the staircase two steps at a time, heels abandoned somewhere in the hallway, and I had never loved her more than in that instant, terrified and refusing to let fear slow her down. I caught up to her at the landing and grabbed her arm, not to stop her, just to keep her from getting there alone.“Stay behind me,” I said.“No.”“Selene—”“She’s my mother, Damien.” Her eyes met mine for half a second, and everything in them, the fear, the fury, the years of losing people she loved, hit me at once. “I’m not staying behind anyone.”There wasn’t time to argue. I let go of her arm and ran beside her instead.The door to Naomi’s room was open, spilling broken light into the hallway. Glass littered the floor, catching what little illumination came from the shattered window, and for one ho
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