That single word told me this man was very used to people pointing weapons at him.
Hersh moved first.
Down the hallway.
Down the staircase.
Fast.
Wolf followed immediately.
Trigger looked disappointed nobody was opening fire.
I hurried after them while Ava stayed close behind me.
The second we reached the living room, Hersh opened the front door hard.
Wind and rain exploded into the house instantly.
Rook stepped inside without hesitation.
And somehow the entire room felt smaller afterward.
The man carried command naturally.
Not loud.
Not arrogant.
Just absolute certainty.
Water dripped from his jacket onto the wooden floor as his eyes swept the room in one quick tactical scan.
Exits.
Sight lines.
People.
Threats.
Military.
Very military.
Then those hard gray eyes landed on me.
Not cold now.
Assessing.
“You’re Felicity.”
Not a question either.
I nodded slowly.
Rook studied me for half a second longer.
