Eira's POV
The distant hum of helicopters reached my ears first, followed quickly by the sharp, relentless crack of gunfire. The sound swelled, filling the air with chaos, yet I remained seated, unmoving.
Roman had warned me earlier that their enemies might attack. It seemed he had been right.
But I felt nothing—no fear, no panic. Those emotions had abandoned me long ago, leaving me hollow. The last time they had returned was that night… the night they tortured me with tarantulas.
Roman strode into the drawing room, his tone clipped and commanding. "Eira, get to the safe room."
I looked down at Vixen, warm and curled in my lap. Even if I didn't care for myself, I cared for her. She was pregnant, and there was no way I would allow her—or her unborn kittens—to be harmed.
