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KAYDEN Well, this is inconvenient. And annoying. And all manner of frustrating. I’m going to slice open whoever interrupted what Gareth was about to say. While looking up at me with bright eyes the color of a tropical island and all the beasts lurking within. But guess we have no choice but to get past this pesky problem. We dress in record time as the chaos downstairs crescendos. Gunshots rip through the air, sharp and deafening, followed by the sound of shattering glass and splintering wood. The violence isn’t slowing—it’s accelerating. While I’m confident Simone and her men can hold their ground for a while, I can’t stay here. Not when the situation is escalating by the second. I’m the best-trained fighter in this house aside from her, and my presence down there could mean the difference between survival and a bloodbath. Gareth doesn’t seem fazed by the loud noises as he slides on his T-shirt. Normal people would at least be apprehensive, even with security in place, but he just loo