The text was from Audra, and it hit my phone at eighteen thirty hours. If I’d never been in a warzone, I would have said that split second when it registered was the scariest moment of my life. My siblings were alone in the house with my lover, whom they had never met. Who was famous. Who they had been scrounging for information on since the moment I told them we’d gotten involved. And I was still a half an hour out. By the time I got home, I was certain I was going to have to rescue Brandon from the twins. I was sure he was going to be a wary wreck, the way he got when shooting had run long and he hadn’t been able to escape.
I pressed a little harder on the accelerator.
I got home at three minutes past the hour, and I’d barely parked in the driveway beside the twins’ sedan before I was
