Aria wakes up to the sound of breaking glass.

It's 3 AM. The penthouse is dark except for the city lights streaming through the windows. Dominic is already sitting up beside her, gun in his hand.

"Stay down," he whispers.

Another crash. This time from the kitchen.

"How many?" she breathes.

"Don't know yet."

Isabella appears in the doorway. Also armed. Also awake.

"Two at the front entrance," she whispers. "Maybe more on the roof."

"Vincent?"

"Has to be."

Aria's heart pounds. "What do ...