The moment shattered like glass.
It began with a bang—an actual bang—followed by shouts echoing through the grand hall.
I turned toward the noise, heart leaping to my throat just as a group of black-clad men stormed through the massive double doors.
"What in the—?"
Before I could finish, they were already moving fast—tactical, efficient, armed with nothing but fury and strict orders. And at their lead?
"REN?! RAY?!"
My two brothers appeared like thunder—Ren in his signature leather jacket, jaw clenched, eyes blazing; Ray just behind him, sleeves rolled up like he was about to repaint the walls with someone's face.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," I muttered, just as Ren barked—
"ON THE GROUND! NOW!"
Lyander didn't even blink. He raised a brow with mild amusement, one hand lazily in his coat pocket, the other holding a coffee cup.
"Seriously?" he asked, completely unimpressed. "What is this, a family intervention or a B-grade action movie?"
