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“Who’s there?” The intruder called as we crept toward the front room, making me still in my shoes.

The familiar ring of a woman’s voice reached my ears just as we surrounded her and my eyes widened with realization, my hand shooting out to press down on the gun the purple-eyed man had raised just as the woman came flying toward us.

“Darlene?” I gasped, watching relief flood her hazel-green eyes as she ran into my arms, making me hug her albeit reluctantly.

The feel of my woman’s heart beating against mine made something soften in my chest before I looked up to see that the ring had formed a loose circle around us, and they were now pointing their guns at the back of my wife’s head.

“McKenzie? Who is she?” Prince Charles drawled, the way one would when their kid was getting one too many impossible ideas.

The pound of my heart stopping cold in my chest seemed to send a shock wave of fear right through me.

Fear for my wife.

“She’s his wife Prince, I’d recognize those curves an