The scream was loud enough to send every muscle in Montez De Vitalio’s body snapping to rigid attention. He was already moving before the second shriek followed, boots pounding against the creaking wooden floorboards. Enzo trailed just behind him, hand instinctively brushing his gun.

The door rattled under Montez’s shove as he stormed inside, chest tight, heart thundering with one thought—Amira.

However, what he found nearly made him laugh.

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