Warner's POV
"You were seriously going to torch her entire building?" I shoot a hard look at my father as we step into the elevator.
"Absolutely," he replies like it's the most reasonable thing in the world.
Arlene shifts restlessly beside us, then leans closer to take a deep breath. My father and I lock eyes. Damn it. Niall's instincts have never been wrong, and I'm not about to be the fool who ignores them now.
"Everything alright, Sweetheart?" I keep my voice steady.
"Something's off." She rolls her shoulders, tension radiating from every muscle. In the elevator's reflection, I catch sight of her eyes blazing crimson. "Someone was in my space."
"Was?" My father's tone sharpens.
The second those doors crack open, we're moving. Arlene takes point, and we follow her lead without question.
