Page 106 of Stolen Faith

This was it. They’d come so close to being okay, to getting out of here, and now…

God, maybe they’d never been that close; maybe the moment they’d been taken it had all been over.

Izabel grabbed Brennon’s shirt and kissed him.

Boom.

The door wouldn’t hold much longer.

He kissed her back, and when they broke apart, he pressed his forehead to hers.

“We would have been such a good trinity,” Brennon said softly.

Izabel’s heart broke.

“Yes,” Rowan said from above. “We would have. I would have loved you, both of you, with everything I had until the day I died.”

The fervent words from their normally quiet fiancé were like a knife sliding into her. Fiancé. She’d never be able to call them her husbands because they wouldn’t live to get married.

Izabel couldn’t take it anymore. She wrapped one arm around Brennon, the other around Rowan’s leg, and let the tears fall.

She waited, eyes closed, for the mercenaries to break through the door. For men with guns to spray the room with bullets. To be ripped away from her fiancés, taken back down to a cell, and—

The sounds changed.

Instead of the boom of something heavy hitting the solid wood door, there was silence.

Then a knock.

Several knocks.

In a pattern.

Izabel raised her head, looking at Brennon in the shadows under the desk.

“Is that…shave and a haircut?” Brennon asked.

Izabel stared at him, then shoved past him, scrambling out from under the desk. Rowan was blocking them in so she pushed on his knees. The wheeled chair slid back, and Izabel popped up, looking over the top of the desk.

Devon was walking toward the door, phone to his ear. “Really, Franco? Can we get a proper code at least?”

Devon knocked twice on their side of the door. Two bits.

A pause, then the voice from the opposite side called out, “Franco has a nice ass.”

Devon hung his head, but a smile tugged at his lips. “Close enough,” he said into the phone.

Then Devon kicked away the doorstop and the towel. He reached for the lock.

“What are you doing?!” Izabel yelled.

Devon opened the door, stepping back.

Black-clad mercenaries streamed into the room. Rowan put his hands on her and Brennon’s heads and pushed.

“Hold on, I want to see this,” Brennon murmured.

“Kill them!” Jonah roared.