Elias’s POV

The shield pulsed again, harder this time.

A sharp vibration rolled through the walls, through the floorboards, through the marrow of my bones. My breath hitched as the air shifted; pressurized, trembling, alive with warning.

Someone was overriding the lock.Ronan didn’t hesitate for even half a second.

His hand shot out behind him, finding my hip, guiding me backward without looking.

“Move,” he said, low and deadly calm.

I stepped back instinctively. But I didn’t get ...