The sound of pistols made Rosalind jump. She clutched her skirts and ran for the door, her brothers at her heels.

"Rosalind, stay behind us!" Brock ordered, but she wasn't listening. If Hugo's men were shooting out there, seven against one

"Ashton!" she cried out as she grasped the iron handle of the wooden door that led outside. Her brothers all now held their slender but lethal blades in one hand and pistols in the other.

Brodie helped her pull the door open, ...