THE HUNTER STRIKEThe guards were still holding Rhys by his arms when the first explosion rocked the floor. It wasn't a loud bang; it was a deep, bone-shaking thud that made the dust fall from the ceiling like gray snow.

Rhys stopped screaming. He started laughing. It was a high, thin sound that made my skin crawl.

"They’re here," Rhys whispered, his eyes wide and bright. "The Aegis. They don't wait for invitations, Demetrius. They don't care about your council or your bloodline."

Demetrius ...