Avara POV
The car door swings open, and Vance leans forward, one hand extended to assist me, but a firm grip halts him. He glances back, finding Silas's hand resting heavily on his shoulder, his dark eyes issuing a silent warning. Vance shrugs off the gesture with a rough jerk, closing the distance to lift me into his arms with a surprising tenderness. A sharp stab of pain rips through me, and I gasp involuntarily. Luciano moves toward us, his protective instincts flaring, but I raise a hand, signaling both boys to stop.
I don't resist Vance's help—I can't. Standing is an effort beyond me, let alone walking anywhere. My arm curls around his neck, my head resting against his shoulder as he carries me up the drive toward Colton's palatial manor. The Romanesque structure looms at the hilltop, its elegance muted by my pain. Security teams stand watch as the convoy empties, bodies spilling into the vast estate.