I feel it—her whole body going tight. That instinct to bolt.
I step slightly in front of her without thinking, blocking her from the full force of a room full of protective men.
“Everyone,” I announce, “this is Fiona. Gavin’s sister.”
Wyatt raises two fingers in a lazy salute. “Sup.”
Eli offers a warm smile. “Hey, Fiona. You okay?”
Thorne just stares, assessing. Silas’s eyes narrow slightly, reading her like a case file.
Rafe straightens, gaze sharp. “Gavin know she’s here?”
“He’s about to,” I say.
And right on cue, Gavin, our commander, comes flying in from the hallway, Aidan balanced on his hip, eyes already worried. The second he sees Fiona, his face crumples. Slightly.
“Oh my God,” Gavin breathes.
Fiona’s mask cracks just slightly. “Hi.”
Gavin rushes forward, careful with the baby, and wraps one arm around Fiona as best he can. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m not shaking,” Fiona insists, voice wobbly.
“You’re shaking,” Gavin says, firm, and that’s when I see it—Fiona’s hands, clenched into fists, trembling despite her stubbornness.
Gavin pulls back just enough to look at her. “What happened?”
Fiona swallows. “Nothing. It’s fine.” No one believes her. Not Gavin. Not me. Not the men in this room who can smell danger the way other people smell smoke.
Gavin’s gaze flicks to me. “Chase?”
I shake my head slightly.I don’t know yet.
Gavin’s eyes harden. He turns back to Fiona. “You’re staying here. No arguments.”
Fiona huffs. “I wasn’t planning on camping in your driveway.”
Gavin ignores her. “Rafe.”
Rafe’s attention sharpens. “Yeah.”
Gavin’s voice turns serious. “We need help. Something’s wrong.”
Rafe’s jaw tightens. “Fiona—did someone follow you here?”
Fiona flinches. That’s all the answer I need.
My body goes cold and hot at once. Anger sparks under my skin. “Who,” I ask, voice too quiet, too dangerous, “is after you?”
Fiona forces a laugh, but it’s thin. “No one is after me. I’m just… having a dramatic quarter-life crisis.”
Wyatt mutters, “That’s not a quarter-life crisis. That’s a full-body flinch.”
Fiona shoots him a look. “Excuse you.”
Silas pockets his phone and steps closer, sheriff voice calm but unyielding. “Ma’am, we don’t pressure people here. But we do take threats seriously.”