Chapter 6 · Hunters Crash the Vows

"Don't move."

Kane's hand clamped over my mouth before I could scream. The elevator doors slid open behind us, and the ballroom wasn't empty anymore.

Four men. Black tactical gear. Guns already drawn.

"Step away from the girl, Voss." The one in front had a scar running from his temple to his jaw. His voice was flat, bored, like he'd done this a hundred times. "EmberSaint wants a word."

Kane didn't let go. His palm was warm against my lips, his chest pressed against my back. I could feel his heartbeat—slow, steady, nothing like mine.

"You're interrupting," Kane said.

The scarred man smiled. "We're aware. Congratulations on the wedding. Now move."

"Who sent you?" I twisted against Kane's grip, but he held me tighter.

"She talks," another hunter said. He was younger, tattoos crawling up his neck. "Cute."

"Shut up, Reid." Scarface didn't look away from Kane. "Last chance, Voss. Step away, or we drag you both out."

Kane's hand dropped from my mouth. He stepped in front of me, blocking me from the guns. "You're in my building."

"Your building's got a nice open contract on you." Scarface tilted his head. "Fifty million if we bring you in breathing.