Lennox's POV
"Good boy," the leader hissed.
"Let him go," I growled.
He nodded once.
The rogue holding Liam pushed him forward—hard.
"Run," the rogue said mockingly.
Liam stumbled… then bolted straight into Olivia's arms.
She grabbed him so fast the rogue almost fell. All three boys were in her arms now—shaking, crying, burying themselves into her chest. She held them like she wanted to fuse them into her body forever.
I exhaled… relieved.
"Olivia…" I said softly. "Leave with them."
She snapped her head toward me, furious. "No. NEVER happening. I'm not leaving you."
The leader scoffed. "Luna, leave. You and your warriors step back. If you try ANYTHING stupid… he dies."
Olivia's flames dimmed slightly. Not from weakness… but from terror.
My terror-filled, powerful Olivia… terrified of losing me.
But in that moment a realization hit me hard.
Even if she obeyed… even if she left… these bastards would still kill me.
They needed my head.
They wanted my head.
