Because suddenly this was real in a whole new way.
Not warnings.
Not running.
Not hidden packages.
Men were outside.
Right now.
Coming here.
A flashlight beam suddenly cut across the front tavern windows.
Isabel whimpered softly.
Hersh’s fingers tightened once around mine.
“Easy,” he whispered.
Easy?
Easy?!
My entire body shook with adrenaline.
Another flashlight beam swept across the glass.
Then—
A hard knock rattled the tavern door.
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
Another knock came.
Louder this time.
A male voice shouted through the storm.
“Sheriff’s department!”
The room went completely still.
Wolf frowned instantly.
Trigger muttered, “That’s not Tate.”
No.
It wasn’t.
Even I knew that.
Ava’s expression hardened in the dark.
